a hundred days of happiness: day 31- the things i miss (an almost poem)

i miss holding hands with someone.
long walks through winding neighbourhoods.
leaves crunching under my feet.

i miss the warmth of another person.
someone to talk to about anything.
a constant that will always be.

i miss the freedom of wide lands.
the sea breeze in my hair.
stolen sand inside my shoes.

i miss being in someone’s arms.
having someone to have dinner with.
the laughter from inside jokes.

i didn’t think i’ll miss these things,
but i do. and it’s not a person i miss…
who knew.

this is an almost poem, because it’s not really a poem… more like rambling thoughts. 

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