Poetry | Prose

I miss how it feels the way it was to be


The road is glare but you stand out for a better view.

The moment you smile is like looking at a clear sky.

The way you glance It feels like a melting ice.

As you call me in my name It bounce straight to my heart.

But now

I miss your stares.

I miss your teasingly laugh.

I miss your voice.

I miss how you call my name.

I miss when you look at me secretly.

I miss how it feels the way it was to be.

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