I Don't Miss You

Here in this city, walking the streets
I sit alone in the sidewalk cafe
Frothy white Cappuccino
The clock chiming across the square
Couples pass walk hand in hand
My mind wants to grasp at the past.
To stir up some kind of emotional sadness.
And create a personal Narcisa. 
But I've paid my debts looking into the mirror.

I sit.
Present in this moment.
The breeze blows my hair.
My skin rises in response. Nipples hardening.
I am alone with myself. 
I do what I want.
I answer to no one.

I do not miss someone in the past, or the future. 
I am my constant companion. 
I am all I need.