
Typewriter Series #3025 by Tyler Knott Gregson
I miss the fog that rises
and curls over peaks,
I miss the crash of wave
on rocky shore.
I miss the wildness
and the early mornings
on unknown roads,
I miss the three egg
breakfast, the skipped
lunch, I miss the tea
on rain soaked nights.
I miss who I am when
far from home,
I miss the world
and the way it held me.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on August 01, 2020 06:55