The Little Things

Your socks on the floor…

Your cooking…

Your useless trivia…

Your ability to calm me down with a look…

It’s the little things death took.

Your snores in the night…

The coffee you’d bring me…

The “I love you” texts…

The way you always checked on me…

Its the little things I’ll never again see.

The touch of your hand…

The sound of your breath…

The taste of your lips…

The smile when we kiss…

It’s the little things I miss.

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One thought on “The Little Things

  1. Candice says:

    Wow, I totally understand where you are coming from. I lost my husband in August 2012. I’m glad to find you. I agree the nights are the hardest.

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