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Apr 2010
What I miss can hardly be told without those pesky little drops of moisture that cloud my vision and make it hard to see when I think about it.

What I miss can not be summed up in just words, there are feelings which I suspect no one can describe easily or comfortably enough to make someone who hasn't been there understand.

What I miss causes me to sometimes feel far, far worse than lonely, for lonely is only a small part of what I miss

What I miss is not just a place or a feeling or a person, friend, companion, or lover. What I miss is all these and even more that I can’t put into words.

What I miss sometimes causes laughter, sometimes hurt, loving memories, arguments, good times, hard times, and times in between.

What I miss is mine alone, but if and when I wish to share, it must be my choice, and only when I feel safe in doing so will it be clear to you , what I miss.
Written by
Phill Senters
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