If I thought of you, I’d wish you missed me.

I’d wish a thousand times a day that you second guessed your choice and wanted me back.

If I thought of you, I’d imagine what you might be doing, how you might be feeling without me to hear your stories or ease your worries.

I’d wish you’d think of me in small ways, for the love and kindness I shared with you.

If I thought of you, I’d imagine your smile wouldn’t be quite as bright, that your laugh didn’t come as quickly, that your body couldn’t come as hard.

I’d wish you’d find a space in your heart you couldn’t fill, left empty by the love you pushed away.

But I don’t think of you. I cried my tears, I sat in my grief, and I let you go.