I miss the smell of the city,
like I miss the sound of your voice,
like I miss those long cold nights in,
like I miss the warm days of summer,
like I miss sunsets on the roof,
like how much you can miss something, but begin to feel okay again.
The sky broke out into a million different colors and I saw everything so clearly.
It was in everything.
It was you, it was me.
Clarity came in a moment without thought.
I haven't felt so connected as I have in a long time; I won't give it a name, but I'm seeing so much more while I've been looking a whole lot less.