I Don't Miss Her

I don't miss her because of her care Because, in her soul there was none ever there, She cared not for anyone, but only herself Not even her children with their pictures on her shelf. I don't miss her because of her looks You can find beautiful woman in all stores and in books, Though the times that she went to a beauty salon Soon, her fake beauty was all gone. I don't miss her because of her job Because, she had none, she just stole and did rob, She stole from the soul and spirit and from my own wallet Her being a Jezebel, I'd call it. I never missed her because of her conversation Maybe because of hate was her true fixation, She would always say that everyone had did her wrong Especially her children and her ex's was her favorite song. I don't miss her because she was Godly and sweet Because, she lied and broke promises and did constantly cheat, Sadly she did it again and over again Her favorite acts and deeds was always sin. I don't miss her and as God knows that's not a lie That fact no one who knows her could ever deny, But, this one true and honest fact I do honestly confess; I do miss our sex. Randy L. McClave