Missing the confusion of youth, no.
Missing the heartbreak of spousal betrayal, no.
Missing the drama of divorce, not on your life!
Missing the hardship of unemployment, thank my lucky stars, no.
Missing the misunderstanding of my illness, no, I’m so thankful to know what is the problem to deal with it now.
Missing the teenage angst of my children, please – no! Those times are long behind us.
Missing are the smiles of my children in the home.
Missing is the sound of laughter because of the empty nest and living alone.
Missing is the trust I used to have given innocently now only given so meagerly and suspiciously.
Missing is the excitement of the potential of new love, because of this loss of trust.
Missing are pieces of my heart lost along the way, given away in hopes of love to be returned.
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