I guess you thought I'd be wrapping my
arms around someone new by now
But unlike you, I can sit
comfortably in my sorrows
I don't need conversation
I have them with myself all the time
I don't need a strangers lips  
I like having them pressed against my familiar wine
I don't need those midnight phone calls
Where I sleep to the sound of your voice
I sleep when I want to now
And even where I sleep is my choice
I don't need your morning texts
Your "Have a great day's"
I needed you to keep your word
But hey, **** happens nowadays