No One Knows

I miss home and no one knows.
I miss the place I’m truly from,
From the fields that flowed on forever,
The swaying grasses always
Whispering, sighing in my ear,
To the youthful blue skies
And their billowing, heavy clouds.

I miss your voice.
I miss your laughter even more.
I miss the August wind in your hair
And the warm smell of autumn.
I miss the afternoons we napped,
Blanketed beneath the sun,

Buried in nature’s cotton.
I miss wearing wet bathing suits
And wiping watermelon juice
Away with our palms.
I miss your accent
And your worn-in boots,

Your tattered jeans
And your baby blues.
I miss your mortal spirit
And your gardens of rue.
I miss home because I always
Think of you.

 

Lily is a student and writer based in Miami, Florida. She enjoys writing poetry, short fiction, and plays. Her work has been published previously in Aries Magazine, Silent Spark Press, and produced on her high school stage. When she is not writing, she is lending a hand at the theatre.