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reflective I've been missing a lot of things
The chilly way my toes curled when I walked
through the sandbox.
The giggle of running to catch a
buttercup
To see if I liked dairy.
The funny way the concrete
felt on my bare legs
when the hot curb was my chair
The warm wood smell
of the leaves in November
I've been missing a lot of things.
Like you, the way we were.
When the breeze wove our
hair into spirals
and the rusty smell of the rails
I was mournfully happy then.
That huge whole you partially filled.
As the grassy weeds were our hiding places
from the world
and the trees
our roof
Quiet times by the open window,
with dreams and hopes
and fantasies.
I miss us
Come home to me.
September 30 2005, 15:42:55 UTC 6 years ago
Anonymous
September 30 2005, 18:23:46 UTC 6 years ago
I love you,
Shana
I will be there soon!