i miss the days when bubblegum didn’t come in fancy packages and cost an arm and a leg.
i miss fording rivers with my oxen.
i miss wearing sweat art.
i miss trick-or-treating…
but, i will never miss a year of dressing up.
i miss the tip tip tip of typewriters.
i miss everything about you.
i miss when three of my steps equalled one of yours.
i miss “yo holmes, smell ya later”
i miss when ‘i do’ was a promise people kept.
i miss my best friend.
i miss having someone to clean up after me.
i miss…absolutely nothing about this.
i miss the days when radio didn’t sound like it was on repeat.
