I miss many things, things that tear
at my head and at my heart.
Mistakes,
the choices I’ve passed by,
let fall,
like leaves on an old dirt road, or
pushed through, taking and embracing
what never should have been.
They haunt my dreams and my every
waking moment.
The sands of time
may cover our mistakes, but
they can never heal the scars.
I’m missing so much.
I miss her smile.
I miss the way she could heal
my heart and fill my soul.
I miss the feeling of hopelessness and strength,
knowing I could face anything and yet
feeling so weak.
I miss lying beside her, feeling her breath, feeling
safe in her arms.
I miss my hands in her hair and her
kisses on my hands, keeping me sane,
keeping me on this side
of the line.
I miss holding her hand, driving on a sunny afternoon.
I miss the look in her eyes, watching those two
windows change color just for me, that special shade of
blue and gray.
I miss her frustration when she wanted
them to be green.
I miss the quite way she thrilled my heart.
I miss the conversations contained in a look, and
the contentment and peace they brought me.
