I don't need you anymore.
I have forgotten about the nights
Where we tumbled to the floor,
And whispered like lovers
Beneath dampened covers.

I endured frigid centuries
At the bottom of that old black sea
That I dug out of your skin.
In those depths I searched for you,
But you were on the coast, looking in.

It was around a card game at Devon's,
Amidst nonchalant laughs,
And burnt coffee, that I learned
That I do not care about you anymore;
That you are an old, forgotten name.

And I keep having this stupid dream
Of you sitting next to me
In my passenger seat
Where you whisper "I don't love you"
Then I stop the car.

So I'll drive home tomorrow
And I won't text you when I'm lonely.
I'll swallow the glorious isolation,
And I'll greet the rising sun.
When I visit town again, you won't know.