Missing Things

Do you know what I miss right now?

I miss a table at Clarke's at midnight, when all you want is a plate of cinnamon roll pancakes and a vanilla milkshake.

I miss texts that say: "Come over. I'm making tea" and the happy frenzy of running down the stairs.

I miss sour gummy worms in the party room of a dorm that is not yours but you're still there until one in the morning on a weeknight.

I miss catching sight of Grant Park on the way to class and praying for spring to come.

I miss meeting new people every few days and seeing possibilities in everything.

I miss having places to hide out when you just can't deal with specific people for a little while.

I miss uncomfortable couches and countless episodes of Scrubs.

I miss kind people that chat with you in the elevator and ask you about how finals are going just as
much as I miss the sad strangers on elevators who confide in you.

I miss finding new favorite places and being giddy over the idea of coming back again.

I miss small gestures of friendship like throwing coats over shoulders or perfectly chosen books.

I miss my city.
I miss my newfound home.