it's the little things,
the small
things, the seemingly
benign and insignificant
things, that in
the end make it work
or sinks everything.
the pin hole seeping air,
the love note
left behind. the smudge
of a kiss,
the tender touch
hello or farewell. these
things you remember.
the glare, the mumbled
words of despair,
the impatience, or curse.
small things,
small words, and thoughts.
that linger, even now
that you aren't here.
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