My Favorite Things

I miss long train rides and passing fields
And sunwashed picnics with long delays
and light blue meadows filled with snow,
With paw prints, on a hill
Leading to a sunrise–

I miss home.

I miss softness and the way your hair smells
When you come out of the shower,
And watching movies and never
Getting to the end, because they’re not as real
as waking up next to you.

And I miss the way the world alights
to stop for a moment of joy
Before speeding up again;
To let you live a moment, without
Seeing all these things– reflections
Of reflections–
All coming in
Too fast
Much too fast



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