I only miss you on the days that end
     in "y"
and nights when darkness fills the void daylight
     leaves in the sky
and when the dawn coerces me to wake
     up in the morn
and see I'm one day further from the day
     that I was born
and while the sun creeps slowly westward in
     its daily crawl,
but, other than those times, I don't miss you
     at all.