It's not that I don't think about you.
I only don't think deep.
Not that I don't miss your presence,
your only presence was in my sleep.
Not that I haven't cried
but not for your memories that I've got.
I have always shed my tears,
for the ones that I did not.
Never did I regret,
those emotions that I never knew.
All that I wanted
was just another moment with you.
I'm helpless that I don't. . .
remember your voice or your touch.
Pity that in all of my existence,
I haven't learnt to miss you, inasmuch.
Well,
It's not that I don't think about you.
I only don't think deep.
Not that I don't miss your presence.
Your only presence was in my sleep.