"I missed you last night.
Did you miss me too?"
No, I didn't;
I missed you the night
you lay awake crying
on your bed
with frowned face
amid mixed emotions,
anger and misery.
Remember,
how many times
I had called you then
but
you replied to none.
You lay beside the phone
thinking not of me
but of
rights and wrong,
imagining
things that never were,
words never said,
meanings never intended.
I had tried,
in vain,
that night
not to let you
miss me
and miss you
either;
I had tried my best,
my dear,
but 'missing you'
is what you had
left me with.
I did not miss you, my dear,
last night;
I had missed you
that other night,
a lot.
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