What I Miss...

I miss how we used to be,
So vibrant, so honest, so wild and free. 
I miss the way you would understand,
Listen carefully, and be there when I needed a hand. 
I miss our long, random talks at night,
Our private conversations,
Our silly little fights. 
I miss the way you could read my mind,
Know what to say when words were hard to find. 
I miss the way you could brighten my day, make me forget the mistakes,
Make the pain go away. 
I miss how you made me laugh, hate when I'm mad.


-Thalia Jones