I don't miss...

I don’t miss the way you acted,
Or the things you used to say,
I don’t miss all the shouting,
Or how you had to get your way.

I don’t miss your need for control,
Or the many tears you caused,
I don’t miss your need for arguments,
Or my want to put you on pause.

But I miss the way you should have been,
The way you should have cared,
I miss the fact that if you tried,
You could always have been there.

The End

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