I think maybe I'm too comfortable
In solitude
In fact, when others explain
The hell
Of solitary confinement
I honestly believe
It sounds like bliss


I never miss you when you're gone
I never miss you at night
I never imagine your hand in mine
I never, never yearn for you


I think it's because
Mainly
I don't know what it's like
To miss anyone
With the exception of
Myself