i miss taking walks at midnight barefoot in the silence.
i miss the stars.
i miss maternal love.
i miss curling up in a blanket on the front yard swing.
i miss the sound of the cows walking in the tall grass at night.
i miss waking up to the sound of tractors in the distant fields, not cards howling their horns outside.
i miss sunflowers climbing up past my window.
i miss a lawn.
i miss a bath.
i miss believing in angels.
i miss the flag on the flagpole i painted with grandpa, that he put up, that he built.
i miss the garden. the dirt. the seeds. my black hands. i miss me there.
i miss the poetry written on my walls.
i miss the smell of being loved.