Meraki

Miss You

I miss my older brother

my sweet angel.

I miss every person that I ever considered my best friend.

I miss my acquaintances.

I miss the lovely stranger that shared a bright smile with me on the sidewalk today.

I miss my old house that I spent the majority of my brutal childhood in.

I miss the intricate way my sober mind worked before I began to use drugs.

I miss the way that I used to write poetry so fluently

effortlessly

as if the english language was the only art I had ever studied

as if my words and thoughts were what kept my soul alive.

I need to get back to that place

I have to.

I miss the feeling of pure and utter happiness

being stable and at peace with my own soul.

I was never good with change

I never have been.

I mean,

it's been weeks

and I still miss you

still aching at the very sound of your name.

-C.D.