You wrote several days later,
and I thought that you wouldn't do it ever again.
Every time someone walks away
they leave me soulless, directionless,
like a useless compass.
And after all, there was me,
right in front of a few lines
telling me how much you miss me.
I liked the idea that you remembered me,
but I was raging too
because you waited too long to tell me that.

I miss you every night,
but I don't want you back.