The Things I Miss
I miss finding notes in your handwriting around the house.
I miss tripping over your shoes.
I miss kisses in the morning when I'm not even half-awake.
I miss cooking for you.
I miss watching a movie and talking about it for hours.
I miss holding you.
I miss walking with you in the cool of the evening.
I miss seeing you (every day).
I miss the scent of you in the closets and in the bathroom after the ritual application of aftershave.
I miss feeling as though I had never seriously hurt you. Annoyed, yes. Wounded? No.
I miss all of this and more, so much.
Still.
I miss tripping over your shoes.
I miss kisses in the morning when I'm not even half-awake.
I miss cooking for you.
I miss watching a movie and talking about it for hours.
I miss holding you.
I miss walking with you in the cool of the evening.
I miss seeing you (every day).
I miss the scent of you in the closets and in the bathroom after the ritual application of aftershave.
I miss feeling as though I had never seriously hurt you. Annoyed, yes. Wounded? No.
I miss all of this and more, so much.
Still.