In 50 Words, Break-Up, joel-overbeck-fGPGd9PFd3w-unsplash

The Break-Up

I miss coming home

to a poured glass of wine,

and late night chats

I miss walks in the rain,

you jumping in puddles,

me over the cracks

I miss the warmth

of your legs on mine

come the first frosts

I miss me

I miss you

I miss us