I Miss

I miss waking up in the morning and feeling well.

I miss looking in the mirror and seeing a real smile.

I miss being able to walk down to my friend's house to chill and watch TV.

I miss enjoying my job.

I miss feeling like where I lived was my home instead of a place I go to until I can go home.

I miss my stuff; the stuff that made my house a home filled with memories.

I miss having someone to talk to when I'm feeling down.

I miss being able to hear out of both ears.

I miss my pain free days.

I miss being able to pay my bills and have money left over.

I miss......

Fuck it -

I miss my home in Colorado.

I love J. I love the kids. I wouldn't trade any of them for the world. ... but sometimes, I miss home.