I miss the
Salt water
Salt breeze
Hot sticky nights
Beads of sweat that formed on my
Temples for doing the
Smallest tasks.
Broken car
Bad roads
But the view,
My gosh, the view.

I miss the
mangy dogs
feral cats; even the
nasty centipedes and the
hairy spiders and the
Old dog laying in the sunlight with an ocean backdrop.

But most of all, I miss the
Friends that made my days worth living; the
Laughs
Antics
Shoulders to cry on
Friends that became
Family

I miss walking the halls and
Knowing every face.
Saying hello to
Every face.
Working hard and having it
Mean something.
Less pressure.

I miss my old life so badly sometimes that it
Hurts.
Life is
Tough now.

I am
Attempting to remember without coming off as
Pretentious.

I am
Grieving. Part of me
Died that day, on that plane, when I

Left.