I miss

the way we smiled
seeing each other
every morning at school,

the inspiration, creativity
that came so naturally--
but
now it's become tiring--

the fire of autumn leaves
spreading across
the hills in fall,

the fawns that 
stumbled across our lawn
in early, tip-toeing spring,

the peacefulness of mind
you get from
happy memories--
their spirits reaching out
every time you pass through
a certain room,
pick up that book,
find a dusty card discolored.

when these words fill
yellowed pages,
perhaps I'll reminisce.

Will i smile
caught for just a moment
or still stay stuck
on what i miss