I miss the right sock
the left is in its place
I miss that little minute hand
gone from Grand clocks face
I miss the light in the fridge
No shining on the cheese
I'd miss in the summer heat
a little gentle breeze
The one thing I don't miss
You'll be the same I bet
Is the end of the sellotape
I have not seen it yet
National poetry writing month
A month of madness
Tuesday 21 December 2021
Things i miss
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