Everything

Do you miss it? What? Words once whispered into starry nights? The fading wisps of color once painted on a 5am sky? A cool breeze blowing away the remains of summer? Or hands lingering in each other for a second longer than necessary? A tight embrace felt for hours after its end? The tail end of a kiss imprinted on lips for eternity? What about the last snow flurries on Christmas Eve? The faint echo of a church bell? The final rip of wrapping paper ringing through the house? Do I miss the smoke from flames long since put out? A dispersing cloud of steam on a hot cup of tea? The last drip from a melting icicle? Do you mean the final ring of the clock at midnight? The last breath taken before falling? A hopeless reach for the edge of the horizon on a heartbroken night? I miss the simplicity of life. And days spent staring at the sun. So yes. I suppose I do miss it. I miss it all.