I have a feeling of regret
Of a loss so deep I'll never get that piece of me back
I miss you
I miss your bright laughter on a sticky summer day
I miss your strong hand interlaced with my delicate one
I miss your arm lightly resting on my worn shoulders,
Worn from troubled pasts and nights of tears
I miss your tender lips delicately pressing against mine,
Inviting me to lose myself
But I don't miss your movements you can't control,
Movements expected by society
I miss your loving words
Tracing my ears
Making me feel wanted
Now I sit alone,
Remembering the summer laughter
And hoping for better days ahead