miss.

miss.

i miss it.

i think, does it convey my heart?

my

mind?

does it display the hopelessness lodged in my thoughts when i think about writing a line?

and does it show how every night i think about before

(writing was so easy before, wasn't it)

and (i can never be as good)

i cry over the ghost of my art?

can you miss something you might still have in you

miss something that's maybe not out of reach

miss that thing ingrained in yourself

is it as ridiculous as missing to breathe,

do i still miss it