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I Don't Miss You

No
I don't miss you like the morning dew
I don't miss you
Like leaves from Spring
In midst of Autumn's desolation
No, I don't miss you
I don't miss you
Like an umbrella loaned
And never returned.
I don't miss you.

I don't miss you
Like a favorite pen misplaced
Or the old house
In a new place.

Life goes on
Some bit of longing
Helps hope survive.

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  1. I wish I could say I don't miss certain people... but I do... lovely and thought provoking poem xox

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  2. The missing is felt, though we may tell ourselves otherwise! Lovely, Raj.

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