I’LL MISS

I miss all the things I shouldn’t miss

I miss the pain of trial

I miss the ache of heart, and

I miss all the while

Our sacred time apart

I miss Shakespeare in the sun

I miss Lewis on the shore

I miss the strumming air to fun, and

The endless having more

I miss always what I can’t 

I miss never what I’ve got

I miss waking up to chant

A single worry I have not

But then it wasn’t any better

Maybe even that much worse

Though I really should have let her

Steer my ship a steady course

My folly never could be counted

My fears never gathered sum

To justify this going horse I mounted

Or this battle I thought I would have won

For looking back exists to stun

A long black barrel pointed gun

Weighing down weak arms a ton

Shooting out the words, “I’m done.”