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.
Copyright © Kacie Ray | Year Posted 2017
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