The Things I’ll Miss
1 min readFeb 4, 2020
A poem inspired by thinking about my own mortality
The smell of bonfires mixed with vanilla perfume,
the way my 7 pound Chi-mix licks my lips to wake up,
the first rays of light scanning my lover’s face.
The feel of a 60 degree day- almost perfect weather
the sound of waves crashing against the rocks on the peninsula.
My mother’s voice- offering gentle guidance and reminders.
The feel of warmth from being around a community of kindred souls
Plaid flannel against skin on an October day, spookiness surrounding.
Absorbing words from a book, getting lost in the worlds created on page.
The sensation of falling in love- with life, soulmates and nature.
