I miss my snoopy hat
and I miss wearing my red coat with the hood up
and I miss having the ocean within smelling distance.
I miss the cafe where I studied
and lentil soup and frozen pizza and beer
and Indian food.
I miss Fran's apartment and
Fran.
I miss my double bed and I miss
smoking in my bathroom.
I miss the bus ride and Edinburgh
and Cadbury's chocolate.
About Me
- Scout
- Wooden spoon-wielding, paint-flinging, poem-spouting, laughing, listening, hand-me-down clothed, pierced hippy with a mission: bring the love of reading to children everywhere.
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I miss it too..
The cold smokey evenings sheltered in doorways at blues and 'good mornings' whispered into lips on waking.
Sometimes I feel so light and empty I could float away if not for the leaden weight of my heavy heart.
But at least we had them to miss.
Here's hoping it turns into something beautiful - if anyone can do it, you can Portia.
Xo
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