I miss blogging.

I miss having a fixed classroom,

ending school at latest, 7,

singing in an all girls' choir,

talking to best friends everyday

mass last minute studying with classmates for daily common tests

I miss the security and warmth of steady friendships,

and having something special to look forward to every Monday and Wednesday

sometimes Saturday, sometimes Sunday

something that meant so much to me,

but is blanketed over now

I miss hiding receipts,

finding hidden ones

"Just 5 seconds? Please? 4? 3?"

and the following

secret clutch of hands

I miss the playground

littered leaves and grains of soil that

lay quietly on the slide

the small children who

came (come?) often

I miss running my fingers through ---

I miss

the unexplainable, inexplicable, surging, hoping, falling, feelings

that used to lace my life

Now I no longer wait,

but I miss missing you.