missed

I miss you.

I miss you

more than I missed my dad when he was deployed.

I miss you

from the second I open my eyes in the morning

to the second I close them at night.

I miss you

when I pour my milk into my Cheerios.

I miss you

when I cuff my too-long Hollister blue jeans.

I miss you

at one in the morning.

I miss you

while tears run down my face

and I hyperventilate

from an anxiety attack.

I miss you

when I look at that grey, fluffy blanket.

I miss you

more than I miss being five.

I miss you

on Christmas.

I miss you

while the scent of freshly baked bread

infests the house.

I miss you

in the chimney.

I miss you

on my lap.

I miss you

more than you know.

I miss you

when I run to the bathroom

to catch my tears

before anyone else sees.

I miss you

with all my heart.

I miss you

more than anything.

I miss you.