Yearn

I yearn the slow afternoons I used to have, when the sun is about to set and the breeze of the wind caresses you to begin your rest. I yearn playing with my friends, when the day is to end and the night is to begin. I yearn the peaceful transition, when the bugs start to come out and the streetlights light up one by one. I yearn the life I used to have, when the chase happened in our front yard, when the runnings would exhaust me and I would still have the energy to laugh it all out, and dinners did not have to be spent alone.