Our love was nothing
more than faded letters
kept in a drawer,
eating dust to survive.
We pretended it died
out of famine
as we discreetly moved on
free of guilt.

But...

I still have the scars
hidden under my sleeves
begging for attention
like a kid in the aisle
of a candy store
eyeing a bottle of gummy bears
and a pack of Reeses.

What is there to miss?

I don't even...