The Miss
The Miss
I’ll miss you,
A Truth, I’ve always missed you.
An opening act, blurred by time and a feeble mind
Hugs, homework, and the happiest place on earth
I miss your true smile
Then, the split,
a beginning,
An arduous odyssey filled with glimpses and occasions
Apartments, husbands, and cars.
I miss your back tickles
Then he came.
A chance, Appointed queen of the mountain in her castle grand.
Farms, mansions, corn, wine, ski trips, restaurants, drugs, and more cars
I miss your freedom
Then it came
A sentence,
A growth, a blackness at an incurable stage
Hospitals, pills, tears, regrets, love, death
I miss how proud you were.
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