The Furthest Thing From Poetry.

•miss•

Miss a time
Miss a place
Miss the emotions I felt
I didn't even want to go
But when I did...
I fell in love
If I don't go back soon, I fear...
I fear my soul will evaporate from sadness.
I miss the people.
Miss the plants.
Miss the smells.
Miss the beauty.
I miss it
I fear that I'll never go back
Though I know I will
No matter what
I will go back
I will
I can't keep missing it like this
It's where I'm supposed to be
I'm supposed to be there