Your Name

Your Name

I’m not missing you.
I can watch the couples walk by,
oblivious in their absolute bliss,
and not get a single pang of loneliness
and not wish you were here.
I can sleep at night,
yes I can sleep
without dreaming of you even once,
without wishing you were laying here in my arms.
I can walk right by your picture on my wall,
I can sit below it and never feel a thing.
Oh, but all it takes is the mention of your name,
and I fall to pieces all over again.