I miss it,
The thing that ticks.
Oh no wait,
The thing that switches on,
And make the click sound.

I miss the terror of the night,
The comfort that lays on my bedside.
I miss the rain,
Being drench in the water creating the perfect scene.
I miss the cool layers of an ice cream,

I lick it once and its mouth-watering,
I lick it again,
And it sooth me.
I miss the blistering sunny day,
Just a drive,

Or to have karaoke,
Making it the perfect beach day.
Then I miss the missing,
In total absolute awe of the thought,
Although I ‘m missing right now.

I’m missing the part of me,
That yearns for a delicious touch,
Maybe then Santa Clause will bring me some luck.


© Robyn Neymour