The rain makes me gray
And I do not miss you
I do not miss the way you smelled
Of amber and cigarette smoke
I do not miss the sound of your voice
Carved into the hollow of my ear
Do not miss the touch of your hands
Or the curve of your hip
Or the taste of your breath
Caught like a cloud
Inside mine
There is nothing new to say
About grief
Or the weather.
There is nothing new to say
About a sad gray day like today
And I do not miss you when it rains
Or your soft kiss goodbye
