I Miss

I miss me.

I miss the old me, the younger me.

I miss the me of 8 months ago.

Happy, calm, naïve.

Unknowing of what was to come.

I miss her.

The girl on the bike.

The girl on the skates.

The girl smiling whilst running down the street.

Running.

Stamp stamp, thud thud.

No reason to run, no place to go.

Just Joy.

The joy of youth and of energy.

I miss the energy.

The energy filling my veins,

Running through my body.

Stamp stamp, thud thud.

Giving me life, making me run.

Joy and energy, running hand in hand.

Energy that was taken for granted.

Unappreciated, and so,

It left.

I miss my other half.

No longer mine,

But a part of me went with him.

Gone forever.

Gone is the comfort, the help.

Gone.

Leaving my sick body, my sick self.

I wish I could go.

I wish I could leave this sick body.

I am stuck in my half.

Never going, never gone.

A shell of my old self.