i don't miss you anymore
i don't cry at nights
i sleep well
nothing haunts me--
not your unsaid goodbye,
not your unmeant love-talks,
not what i did, not what you didn't,
nothing.
i don't go back to read your texts
nor do i look at your photo a hundred times
i do not, simply do not care anymore where you are,
what you do, and if you slept peacefully at night.
it doesn't matter now to me. what i went through is history.