The Missing - Effects of "the Sick"

 

I Miss People 

I don’t know about you, but I miss people. I miss people who care about each other. I miss people who share with each other. I miss people who see skin color and just don’t give a damn.

I miss people who take action when action is needed. I miss people who get angry when appropriate, holding nothing back. I miss people who aren’t blind and know what’s what. I miss people who speak the uncut truth.  I miss people who never give an inch. I miss people who are hard to convince. 

I miss people who mind.

I miss people who empathize and commiserate. I miss people who have generous spirits. I miss people who lend a helping hand. I miss people who understand. I miss people who tell me I’m wrong. I miss people who sing lovely songs. I miss people who look after us, especially our youth. I miss grandmas and grandpas, even if some are missing a tooth. 

I miss people who are young, old, and wise.

I miss people who love out loud. I miss people who cry in public. I miss people who laugh with abandon. I miss people who are alone. I miss people who stay at home. I miss people who "trash talk" and play on words. I miss people who are ugly, honest, and true. I miss people who are beautiful too. I miss people who walk, talk, and dress funny. I miss people who don’t have a lot of money. I miss people who have a lot of things. 

I miss people who have gone away.

I miss people who love their families with fierceness. I miss people who yell at taxis. I miss people who want to make others happy. I miss people who love to smile. I miss people who stay for awhile. I miss people who are dog and cat people and love all animals just the same. I miss people who are movers, shakers, and even candlestick makers. I miss people who love to teach. I miss people who hustle for glory and fame. I miss people with unusual names. I miss people from other countries. I miss people who want to make a better life. I miss people who stand up for their rights. I miss people who believe in a higher being. 

I miss people who pray.

I miss people for a lot of reasons, almost too many to name. I miss people for all the right reasons, come what may. I miss people because I miss people. I miss all the lovely and unlovely ways humans make life worth living and keep me going from day to day.

Seclusion and isolation are not for me. I miss people.

~ DaMarie

From my book Looking In from Outside: Poetry & Prose, titled “I Miss People.”

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