You miss the nights spent in bed watching Supergirl, drinking coffee even though you hated the bitter taste of it. You miss fighting over the remote and losing every time and the bad nights spent in the ER even though they terrified you.
But deep in your soul there's one you can never admit aloud that you miss for missing it would kill you, the one thing that makes your eyes water and your lungs feel like they're filled with lead is that you know you miss having someone to come home to.
YOU ARE READING
From The Attic (poetry)
PoetryFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
