September's Siftings - Missing.

I miss my mum.

I miss my dad.

A bit less maybe.

I miss my cats, especially Mack.

And Dilly.

Cinders too and Tiggen.

I miss my dog Joey, even though it was a long time ago.

He drowned.

I miss Mack, he was on an airplane.

I miss Miguel.

It stinks.

I miss the spring, but it will come again and the autumn might still be fine.

I don’t miss the cold dark nights.

Well, one or two.

It’s still light so that’s something.

But it’s raining.

The curtains are closed in the daytime – and that’s wrong.

But what’s the point of drawing them back?

I miss the laughter.

I miss the squeals.

I miss every moment I should have held onto.

I miss the frosty night’s first embrace.

Crossing the courtyard and standing by the fire.

I miss the steamed up windows.

I miss her.

I miss you.

I miss.