S.D.M.

Sometimes it takes what seems forever to say how you feel. It's been four years now, and still I miss.

I miss the laughter,

that smile,

the way,

you put my silence into words.

 

I miss,

our apartment,

it's small kitchen,

bumping into one another as we cooked.

 

I miss,

the look in your eyes,

when my small deeds,

seemed magnificent.

 

Most of all,

I miss you,

accepting me,

as I am.

Author's Note

The Title, it's the initials to someone I miss.