I miss you

I miss you.
But not the chill of your winter
Nor the loneliness when I was with you.
Not even the strange smells of your people.
I miss the way I felt when I was with you.
I miss being by myself
And having the power to do what I want.
To wander endlessly in your streets
And say hello to every creature I meet.
I miss my hole in front of the park.
I miss wondering what is happening back home.
I miss just thinking about myself and nobody else.
And baking as if there is no tomorrow.
But I don't miss you enough to go back to you again.
I miss you
But I love being here after all.


2007 09 12 244pm