19 and Homesick

I miss eating dinner at a table.

I miss waking to the smell of coffee.

I miss the times when the staircase was the only distance between us.

I miss our puppy dog.

I miss our beautiful home.

I miss hearing you laugh and talk.

I miss when I could look at our pictures without tears in my eyes.

I miss the way I never had to make an appointment to see you.

I miss having someone to say goodnight to.

I miss our Sundays.

I miss my corner of the couch.

I miss home cooked meals.

I miss falling asleep next to the fireplace.

I miss the way I never felt lonely.

I miss the way you asked about my day.

I miss the way we talked more than once a week.

I miss never wondering where you are.

I miss when we were functionally dysfunctional.

I miss feeling protected and safe.

I miss the days I didn't worry about money.

I miss life before them.

I miss the days when you still cared about us more than anything.

I miss the times you told me that you were proud of me.

I miss when I wasn't ashamed to admit what we'd become.

I miss having a family.

 

I just want to go home.