I Miss Poem by Ashley Best

The fragrance that fills the air from a day of dedication.
The twinkle that subsides when you fail to meet expectations.
The pattern of the steps around any painful draw.
The callused hand from building for those who can't.
The lighthouse of my safe dwelling.
The innocence of this laugh.
The protection from the changes.
The burn of passion.
The balance of the broken bridge.

I can't stay any longer.

I miss.