i miss biting my nails,
but now i know how gross it is.
i miss that click of completion between my teeth.
i miss wearing my black lipstick,
but there’s no point with the face mask.
i miss feeling strong and intimidating.
i miss hugging people
even though i am NOT a hugger.
i miss feeling another human’s touch.
i miss going out
even though i am a big-time home-body introvert.
i just miss the option of adventure.
i miss my chest hurting
and not worrying if this is the beginning of how it’s going to end for me.
i miss breathing your air
and sharing that breeze of life between us.