A prose-poem by Soumya, a letter by a young man to win back his ex-wife, without using emojis, exclusively for Different Truths.

I don’t actively miss you.


I lie

I don’t constantly miss you, but you do pop up in my head once or twice a day, actually very often, especially when I am alone, having conversations with myself that I used to have with you.



I have tried to substitute your presence with an entire list - people that take me to my happy places better than you ever could or maybe as well, or maybenotquite – yet I want those people to meld together and become you, so I can sit down with you once more and laugh.


I don't actively miss you, but a random colour or shape sometimes takes me back to arguments I had on WhatsApp where we were closer, which I sometimes pretended was real.



I remember when you shared insecurities and also told me immediately that you cannot be close to anyone


I don't miss you all the time, but I do pay extra attention when your name comes up in a chat. The faux nonchalance with which I inquire after you is transparent enough to show the space you still hold in my heart and headspace


That place which I try to pretend does not exist because I try to convince myself that I don't need you. Not anymore. But I lie


And how could I


I try not to miss you.


I fail

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Soumya Mukherjee

Soumya Mukherjee is an alumnus of St Stephens College and Delhi School of Economics. He earns his daily bread by working for a PSU Insurance company, and lectures for peanuts. His other passions, family, friends, films, travel, food, trekking, wildlife, music, theater, and occasionally, writing. He has been published in many national newspapers of repute. He has published his first novel, Memories, a novella, hopefully, the first of his many books. He blogs as well.