I miss the Ivy
I miss not knowing
I miss their love, for what it was worth
I miss my family
I miss the light, in my
mother's eyes. And I,
miss places that I have never been
and never will be
Because with my expectations,
They've changed.

I miss dancing
Swinging my arms wildly
Grasping for God.
I miss my dreams
at night and day
I miss the color of
my impractical endeavors
that lightened the gravity
Of my existence.

I miss the colors of autumn
And the smell of the wetness
Of settling Earth
And leaves
I miss the colors
That come from inside.
I miss the wind and
Never cursing it.

I miss the indulgence
Of my own insanity,
Finding it is the farthest
from sin.
I miss knowing
The road to God
I miss the traces and shadows
Of heaven in the
righteous' eyes. And I
I miss him, and her
And them.