Can I miss what is not there?
For to miss is to mourn that which has departed, not what is taken away
What was once there is there no more
Not for me to receive
Nor for anyone else
Because what we had was between you and I
It could not be shared
So now what is with someone else will be different
You, I received such from, are still here
So how can you not be?
The you that made me so happy
Was it truly you?
Or something that lived within you

To miss is to long,
For what has been taken
Yearning for its return
So why yearn for what cannot be returned?
There is no regret
For regret would reanimate no things
This plain on which we perch
Is this plain
So what has not happened can not
And what has not never did
What has happened has
And always has