What I miss the most is other people

Remember 

discussing other people’s eavesdropped lives

Like they were your own?

Remember

The feeling of sitting in a midwinter coffee shop

Watching snow fall 

Warmed by the buzz of caffeine and other people’s

 ordinary

 Conversations.

Remembering:

An ache for something in your chest

Like the burn of too much strong coffee.

Remembering:

A yearning for something 

And someones

you’d 

Never

Thought 

you’d 

Miss.