miss looking at the puddle and seeing water, not current

i miss looking at the sky and seeing clouds, not canvas

i miss looking at the road and seeing cars, not journey

i miss looking.

i miss hearing sound, not voices

i miss hearing noises, not presence

i miss hearing and figuring what it is, not measuring the distance

i miss hearing.

i miss smelling a rose when its a flower, not scent

i miss smelling food and getting hungry, not is it good enough

i miss smelling, not recognizing

i miss smelling.

i miss tasting that sugar is sweet, not gesture

i miss tasting that salt is salty, not tears

i miss tasting that lime is sour, not a frown

i miss tasting is with my tongue.

i miss touching soft silk, not being

i miss touching rough pebbles, not treatment

i miss touching smooth mirror, not wishing what my day will be

i miss touching is with my skin.

i miss when heavy is when lifting a load, not my chest

i miss when light is feather, not head

i miss when full is after a meal, not desire

i miss when empty is a box filled with air, not soul-less body

i miss the time when weight and volume is numbers

i miss getting to bed to rest,

i miss waking up to the sunshine,

i miss when the mattress is where i sleep on.