I miss what
I did not miss
Before
A child, too grown
For oversized bears
Tucked under a
Breath sucked in
Years gone
Between a blink
And a promise of
Canned soup
Held here
Nothing stays
A promise
Broken or
Betrayed
It winks-here
And there
A firefly of
Crimped skin.
Charlotte Ballard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-miss-67/
