just for me.

i miss smoking on that stoop.

running outside like indians.

i miss mountains.

fresh air.

your smell.

your taste.

i miss babies.

compost bins

your moldy basement

cleaning up beer bottles and burnt pizza crusts

maybe, i don't really miss that.

i miss not knowing any of you.
(i miss suckers at penn station)

pink button up shirts.

card games i cant play

competition

rain.

blow.

family dinners

breaking beds.

sorry.