What I missed

My eyes are open
To see what they missed
In four years.
They missed the traffic
The mountains
And the familiar faces
My ears listen
To hear what they missed
In four years.
They missed the birds
The cars
And the voices of many
My lips had forgotten
The delicious taste of
Ice-cream
My hands missed the handles
Of taxies and the key
To my unforgotten house
I missed a lot of things
While I was away
But I didn’t forget a thing.

Elle

The first thing I think about when I wake up is coffee. I love the smell, but I mostly love the comfort it provides. It makes me forget what is happening in the outside world. It makes me feel okay. It reminds me that I am alive and that I have a lot to be thankful for.

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