We never spoke of marriage.
We never spoke of children.
We never spoke of a future at all,
I (thought) I loved you fiercely...
I thought I did.
I was dependent on you.
It wasn't as though you offered
You were more of a ghost of a relationship.
A figment of my imagination.
An imaginary friend.
when asked if I missed you,
how could I?
There was never enough of you to miss....