To My Closest Unvalentine, Separated Only By Fifteen Years

I will never miss reacting, like a human, to the cry

Of idiot Emotion, and just barely asking why.

I don't relish being wrong, as when I thought that we were matched.

I don't miss those two months when you were gone and I attached.

I'll never miss the worries, or gut-flurries, or the game,

But if pressed, I will admit that I do miss your old last name.