Don’t ask me if I miss you. <br />I’m not some schoolgirl <br />Who’s lost her mobile phone. <br />Thumb still twitching <br />In her pocket. <br /> <br />Don’t ask if I miss you. <br />I’m not a smoker <br />On a long haul flight <br />Fingering a Marlboro <br />And eyeing the loo, <br />Biting off the head <br />Of some poor steward <br />Who put milk <br />In my tea. <br /> <br />Don’t ask if I miss you. <br />I’m not a poet <br />With a good idea <br />And a bad memory <br />Searching for a pen <br />That works. <br /> <br />Don’t ask if I miss you. <br />I’m a woman <br />Who’s lost her better half, <br />Her reason to get up in the morning, <br />Her breath and <br />Her life. <br /> <br />I don’t miss you, <br />I’m dead <br />Without you.<br /><br />Sallie Howson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-ask-if-i-miss-you/
