That Feeling

Sitting on the front porch,
In the swing alone.
I watch as the sky slowly fades,
And I listen to the crickets chirp.
And I'm sad to say but I will miss it.
I'll miss waking up to the country sun,
Shining bright in all its glory.
I'll miss the bees buzzing by,
Already at work for their beloved Queen.
But most of all,
I'll miss feeling that I was me.
The feeling that, for once, I belong..