Missing You

I don’t miss you.

The way you judged me, laughed at my dreams.

The way you belittled me, made me feel worthless.

I don’t miss the fighting,

the crying and spending nights wondering where you were;

hoping you’d come home.

I don’t miss your drunken rants,

your control over me.

I miss the nights we spent,

in bed, needing nothing but the two of us.

I miss having someone to hold me when I cry,

celebrate with me when I’m happy,

and do nothing with me when it’s just that kind of day.

I miss waking up next to someone every morning,

and hearing “I love you” right before I fall asleep.

I miss sleeping in the safety of someone’s arms,

where nothing could ever touch me.

But most of all I just miss knowing that someone was there.

No matter when or why, if I needed you-

You were there.

That’s what I miss, 

but we’ll never go back to that.

You’re not the person I knew and loved

and one day I hope you can reclaim him.