What does it mean that I miss you

I don’t want you back

I don’t want you as mine


But I miss you to talk to

And the exchange of our words


A funny thing happened

So I picked up the phone


Then I remembered I hated you

And put down the phone


You moved on and I was bitter

But not because it should be me


Why am I bitter then

This is just a whole mess


So I picked up the phone

Till I heard you answer hello

I said I miss you my friend

Why can’t we be friends


All along he was thinking

The same thing as me


We chatted for quite a bit

About this and a little of that


I laughed and I listened

Not to my husband or my love

but the father of my kids


Just as it was promised

If I forgave and prayed

My heart would be free

And so it is and so it is…


Freedom from anger

Freedom from pain


Now free to be friends

What a gift to my children!

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