photo cred: Marija Zaric Here’s the real dealI don’t miss youI don’t miss being cheated on, lied to, or dropped like a piece of junk mail What I do miss is the physical connection, when it rains, snows, hails or the sun isshiningOn cloudy days or blue skiesThat fiery touch that drove my body wildI miss the idea of what you could have beenBut let’s be clearI…. don’t…miss…you.