Do I ever think of him?

Do I miss his loving voice?

Do I ever feel alone?

Hate myself?

Regret my choice?

Nope. Sorry.

 I can’t say that I do.

I released him long ago.

Way before he bid me adieu.

Do I ever miss him?

Find myself in a daze?

Do I ever wish that our love

Hadn’t been a phase?

Do I ever miss how he loved me?

Or how he always cared?

Do I ever look in my heart where he was

Only to discover that he’s not there?

No, honey bunch.

As I said before.

That’s an old chapter in my life.

I’ve closed and locked that door.

But do I ever think of how he touched me?

Gently kissed my lips?

Slowly rubbed my thighs?

Always gave me pure bliss?

Do I ever think of his smile?

His whole hearted laugh?

Do I ever try thinking of my future,

But get caught up in our past?

Do I ever cry myself to sleep

And wake to a damp pillow?

Do I ever get the urge to call?

Desire coming over me in billows?

No. I’m sorry.

That never occurs.

The emotions that I’ve buried

Are dead and without words.

But do I ever think of loving him?

Try to find out what went wrong?

Do I ever want to fix things up?

Do I miss what was one so strong?

No. That never happened

On any yesterdays or todays.

Do I ever try to lie to myself?

Only everyday…