I miss…
… summer days, bikes rides, walking to the park
… board games, writing your name, stop and go along the way
… dance parties, belly laughs, a smile that filled my heart
I miss the time we spent ̶ laughing and talking and playing
speaking in our own language, for only us to understand
I miss memories I cherish and hold, and those I have forgotten
it’s hard when people grow apart
it was hard turning away from you
I hope the sun still makes you laugh the way it used to do.
McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Recently, her work has been featured in various anthologies through Black Hare Press, Iron Faerie Publishing, Dragon Soul Press, and Eerie River Publishing. She has also published a middle-grade novel, Heartstrings, as well as poetry collaboration with Casey Renee Kiser, 433 Lighted Way.
Quarantine is making this poem even more nostalgic and the last line really digs in deep. 🥺🖤
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I agree 🙂
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Ouch. I can so get with that
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