Me

Miss me

When you feel my touch, brush gently past you with the wind.

When you hear my voice, fall to the ground with the leaves.

When you see my face, give life to the earth with the sun.

When you breath my soft scent in with the crisp winter air.

Miss me

When you shiver from the wind as it moves through you.

When you cower as the trees do at the slightest hint of cold.

When you hide, as your demons do, in the dark.

When you suffocate beneath the dirt while the seasons change.

Miss me…

because the me you are missing, will never be that me with you again.

Gena

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