Black Mamaba

I don’t miss you as I don’t know who you are

I miss, however, your kisses, your arms around my floating body, your look at my face, the way you talked to me

I miss your smile, your voice, the words you spoke to me, the most directly drilling down on something others wouldn’t come to speak of the first night (and obviously the last one?) the vibes that kicked me. I miss all that but I don’t miss you as I don’t know who you are. Don’t know who you are.