Moving on

I’ve stopped seeing you
every time I look in the mirror.
Stopped expecting to hear your voice
every time I answer the phone.

I don’t think about you
as much as I did.
Don’t cry quite as much
as when you first left.

I no longer feel there’s something missing
when I come home to an empty house.
I’m no longer afraid to sleep
alone in a double bed.

So don’t flatter yourself
by thinking I still miss you.
You’re just another nobody,
a man I once loved.