Heartstrings Can Be Troublesome Things

I miss her little face and the way
she’d make a mistake and say, silly ole me.
I miss the way she’d screech, Lisha!  
and excitedly jump into my arms.
I miss taking her to the old  
Mom and Pop diner for breakfast.  
She would sit, menu upside down  
intensely “perusing” the options.  
I miss her sleepy eyes, glued
to Adventure Time, while she lay  
curled in my arms on the couch.  
I miss her goofy little dance  
and excitement about camping.  
I miss how she would run on all fours
like a wild animal, in public, much  
to the dismay of her Anna.  
 
He told me my heart would be broken,
and honestly, I knew deep down  
he was right; but I would have endured  
a lifetime of heartache if it meant having
even one day with her.