The world at your feet,
not trying to meet
everyone's endless expectations..
Just living for myself and the experiences
this life has to offer.
I miss being scared in a way that excited you.
You didn't think about all the obstacles,
that would try to stop you.
Music felt different,
the wind kissed you instead of howled.
The spring didn't pass you by
with flowers in a heap,
instead you smelled the rain
and took in the sun over the grey clouds.
It was never too cold
to enjoy a walk in the snow.
And a winter drive was an adventure
instead of a dangerous chore.
I miss the carelessness of it.
If only it was that easy to live again.
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