threads..

i miss the memory of you....

i miss the sun shining on my blues, cascading shadows off my back onto earth's surface...

i miss the sound of my laughter echoing to beyond evoking laughter amongst the rhythm of the tress...

i miss the smell of the subway on an early morning rush hour and the warm scent of bagels and cream cheese.

i miss going to school and feeding my brain, socializing with friends and limes..

i miss my football times...

i miss the colours of the sunset, yellow, orange and red that signals another day's end and the beginning of night time. i never really took the time to notice you....

i miss tattoos....

i miss the butterflies in my stomach at the sight of a lover whose hands i've anticipated all day....daydreaming...running down my back and over the course of my body.

i miss the chocolate kisses my auntie's been telling me about.

i miss the feeling of security and confidence that carried me on the wings of love but now i feel like i can't trust a soul.

i miss that good old soul music..stead of all this commercial sh*t....some of that grown folks music as my father likes to call it.

i miss the beginning...

i miss not knowing you intimately....ye i definitely miss the unknown.

i miss making love, i mean that good love that crippled me at the knees, made me beg please brotha, please gimme more, sweat dripping through every pore...magnetism! and i knew it was right. i miss that good love feeling.

i miss seeing you with undoubting eyes but i've seen so many lies and love flies that they too are wavering, seems like i can't trust my vision.

i miss the threads that made up my artistry...busy threading for other somebody's but what about me? i too have dreams....

i miss scrabble night, ambitious thoughts and theories.

i miss bedtime stories and getting tucked in at night that was the essence of an era of innocence.

i miss the look of love in cut off jeans and challenges.

i miss friendships.....

i miss you running around in my mind all day.

i miss you sometimes but i will always have our memories.

i miss my family; the ties that broke me down still bind me and flows in the blood inside me.

i miss flying free, i miss the music that stirred my soul, i miss losing control and being, seeing, learning, growing, flowing, 'vibsing, liming, dreaming...i miss me.

i miss everything.....
i miss everything.