The Miss

The Miss I’ll miss you, A Truth, I’ve always missed you. An opening act, blurred by time and a feeble mind Hugs, homework, and the happiest place on earth I miss your true smile Then, the split, a beginning, An arduous odyssey filled with glimpses and occasions Apartments, husbands, and cars. I miss your back tickles Then he came. A chance, Appointed queen of the mountain in her castle grand. Farms, mansions, corn, wine, ski trips, restaurants, drugs, and more cars I miss your freedom Then it came A sentence, A growth, a blackness at an incurable stage Hospitals, pills, tears, regrets, love, death I miss how proud you were.