The Devil is in the Details
It is in the details.
Between the things that seemed to matter but never really did,
and the things that you overlooked,
that crawled quietly into your head and found a home in you.
It is in the details.
The shadows cast on the ruins of love as the sun goes down.
It is the way that her eyes seemed to change colour
when she needed you the most,
the way you stacked the spare change from your pocket,
one coin carefully on top of another,
on your bedside table at the end of the day.
Yes, the devil is in the details.
Don’t forget who it is that you love when everything has been stripped bare....
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