Sometimes I Sort of Miss You

I never thought I would. I longed to be away, far away from you. 

I hated those long, cold winters; the snow that kept coming much too late in the spring; the prison walls of concrete, brick, and glass; the lonely hours up in that room by myself. 

But the crazy thing is that now sometimes I look back and kind of miss it all. 

I miss the smell. I loved the smell of that old house. I miss the people. I had so many friends. I miss the walking every where, the river, the spring that exploded with life after a long, hard winter. I miss the old, creaky stairs, the way the light flooded the bathroom, the strange sounds when I was the only one home, the cold, sharp silhouettes of sky scrapers against a winter sunrise. 

So, I guess I gotta learn to love and appreciate a thing while I have it instead of mourning it's loss when it's too late.