I Miss

Poetry by Jim Bartlett
Issue 1 • March 2013 • Fredericksburg

I miss days and hours that mattered
I miss small gestures that touched
I miss unconditional love
I miss the quiet caring
I miss the edge of contact
I miss being fully awake
I miss being small in something big
I miss cheer in hardship
I miss laughter in exhaustion
I miss deep and quiet comradeship
I miss feeling accepted, valued
I miss friends I'll never see again
I miss that electric purple sunset
I miss that we sat in silence
I miss our reflection, solemn
I miss that spark, when we knew it was over
I miss feeling alive.

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