but mostly

I miss you
I miss my ability to compose poetry
I miss time
I miss words
I miss autonomy
I miss the sky
I miss the rain
I miss River
I miss the total freedom of childhood,
being indebted to no one and nothing
I miss standing on the hilltop with the wind
in my face
I miss butterflies
I miss horses
I miss the rolling wheat fields
I miss the pebbles on the lakeshore
I miss the silence of the north
but mostly
I just miss you