Missing

I miss you..

I miss us.. the common bird,

the common taste of things...

I miss all those winters,

all the holy rain,

lost, so distant, and so broken...

I'm broken... and I miss your touch,

my barriers, my voice...

I miss screaming like before,

crying like before,

because everything was possible,

simple, childish.

It was so good being childish..

I miss being easy,

being always ready,

always partly absent;

I miss feeling the weight of this heart,

this broken heart,

my own tired, bleeding and wounded heart..

I miss being able to say I'm sorry,

I miss my old capacity to forgive...

I miss your hug, you hand, your understanding eyes,

I miss the old days, back when pride was a word I didn't know...