The Little Things
Tears flow easy seems every day,
the little things, in our usual way.
These thoughts of you and what I miss,
a warming hug a gentle kiss.
Holding hands your loving touch,
simple things that mean so much.
A laugh to hear, some words to scold,
talks, a routine day, no longer told.
Life alone, no stranger place,
only memories to embrace.
Forlorn days and lonely nights,
losing you, it's just not right!
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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