You
I miss the unbridled freedom
I miss being as one in a crowd
I miss flicking through pages in bookshops
I miss flying off to foreign lands.
I miss the sand caressing my feet
I miss dipping my toe into the ocean
I miss being moved to tears in the movies
I miss the buzz and bustle of busy bars.
I miss the aroma of coffees in piazzas
I miss vertiginous views over crowded cities
I miss catching teas and cakes on corners
I miss sailing silently into setting sunsets
I miss clambering up to the tops of mountains
I miss strolling through moors of purple heather
I miss being self absorbed in art
I miss the sound of willow on leather
I miss ice creams licked on lively piers
I miss being cosseted in rooms with views
I miss the eclectic tunes of foreign tongues
I miss travelling through history in museums
I miss the lure of live loud music
I miss manicured gardens to stroll through
I miss flashing lights and fun of the fair
But most of all, miss being with you!
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