I miss being a daily part of your story
when you were so close I could touch.
I miss hearing your laughter in person
and feeling like everything was right with the world.
I miss walking up hills with you,
my breathing labored and forehead shining.
I miss laying my head on your pillow
with my coat on and boots laced.
You would always make fun of me and ask me why I did that.
I know now its because I couldn’t wait to feel the comfort that could only come from you.
I wish I had known to bottle up those moments and store them for the famine .
For times where I couldn’t just walk up the hill to you.
Even though I miss everything about you
I’m so blessed to know you.