TheBanyanTree: I miss you, too

[NancyIee at aol.com]

Late at night, when I am reading, I hear a dog shift in its bed, or the  wind 
pick up in the treetops, and for a moment, I think I hear your voice. It is  
so clear I nearly ask, "what?  Did you say something?"  It's just the  wind, 
or the dog.  You are long gone.
 
I went shopping the other day, and I recall your impatience at the crowds  in 
the mall. How you hate the lines, the waiting.  I wait in line to get  
checked out, and a child cries unceasingly.  I get nervous, because at any  moment, 
you will sigh and I know you want me to leave my goods and get out the  there. 
I can hear the sigh.  But, you are long gone.
 
I am finally in peace, the bitterness left behind.  The lonely nights  over.  
I like my solitude because its my choice and no one else's. I find  good in 
my life again, and leave anger to the past.
 
Still, there are times when I almost hear you, see you, feel you.
 
And, I miss you, too.
 
NancyLee