I Don’t Expect You To Miss Me

I don’t expect you to miss me

I don’t expect you to think of me on the days when you sort through laundry, looking for something clean to wear, and you pull one of my favorite pieces of your wardrobe an over your head. I don’t expect you to notice the way your nipple pokes through the thin material of that one baseball shirt, or laugh about it like we did on the day I pointed it out and you tried to cover it up…