I don’t miss

Online dating,
waiting, hating
watching, stalking
reading, blocking.

I don’t miss
painful discoveries,
more “him not loving me”s,
Agonizingly hoping,
stupidly moping.

I don’t miss
being alone,
always at home,
trying to find a why,
and every failing try.

I don’t miss that.

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