I think I miss you, and this poem is still bad

You’re still here

I thought you might have left by now

(Forgetting was never going to be easy)

I’m starting to compare other girls to you

Looking for one to pick up your mantle

Or really replace you all together

No such luck

So, instead, I’m writing you one of those bad poems you asked me not to write.

I’m sorry

I still miss you