we roamed the streets of Greece
and the islands
and the beaches
and the mountains
and the country side
we went out every night
smoked a few
we kinda drank too
it was so magical
being completely anonymous I mean
I could never write enough about it
for the first time in my life I knew what love was
and it wasn't because of a boy
walking around my apartment naked until 3am
and driving a scooter everywhere
not having to pretend to be something I wasn't
but now I'm home and I miss
I miss the sunsets
and the full moon
and the clear night sky
and the shoreline that kissed the beach sand every opportunity it got,
even after being rejected a million times
I miss the faces of the homeless dogs and cats that roamed the city streets with a smile on their faces, being content with life even though they had nothing
but most of all I miss the happiness I felt of being where I belonged most.