by Caneel
(Maine)
This is not an I-Miss-You-So poem
Sadly, it is an I-Miss-Me poem
I miss me
My carefree nature
My willingness to play with my little sister
I miss my eagerness for more of everything
I miss my enormous appetite
I miss my love of my father
I miss pure and naive
I miss hungry
And most of all, I miss
Me
Who I was
And who I will never be again