she misses him

she misses the candy cane lazy days
of freedom
now is a portal to the grass blades
she mindlessly slips through her lips
and the taste of blood reminds her
she didn't learn the last time
therefore repeat

she misses the lace that used
to thread through her dark hair
the wind catching and sailing
it on moonlit walks
her feet bare on magic summer
earth
she misses him

she misses roads so close
to heaven it looked like 
God himself
forgot he put them there
she misses books read beneath
a hundred year old oak
that had grown so tired
of sheltering
that even it had drawn a
weary breath and split

she misses her love
the one who never knew
she ever missed him