what do you miss

what do you
miss about your old life
my therapist asks
from behind her owl like
gaze.
she's across from me with
a yellow pad.
her glasses tilted just so
on her nose.
her hair is all over the place,
which i take as a sign
of intelligence.
what do you miss, she asks
again, but softly
to keep me from crying.
tell me she says.
go slow.
it's okay. give me
your pad, i tell her.
and more paper, more ink.
how long do i have?