Missing

What don't I miss? There are all kinds of little things that I miss every single day. My best friend Mark used to call me every Thursday to go play basketball at this old park and I miss that and him. Despite the problems I had with my father I miss him more than I can say, my mother too, even if her last words to be were said with disappointment. I even miss Sarah sometimes even though she hurt me and even though I know deep down that we never should have gotten married in the first place.

I miss Starbucks coffee and fresh strawberries. I miss feeling safe on a daily basis and the way I feel after a surgery that went really well. I miss my car and driving down a long stretch of road just to feel the wind on my face. I miss relaxation or at least attempting it, I miss my bed and my favorite t-shirt.

More recently I miss comfortable silences and knowing that I'm not alone but I think that might be resolved fairly soon. Even more so I miss not needing a gun to protect myself.

I miss a lot about the civilized world, like being in it.