All those lovely things that you said,
Are just buzzing in my head,
Swarms of bees, sting my knees,
From the songs of secrets, that I keep,
What of those who just date some, and then married one?
Is there love any less than ours?
Smaller than our family, yes?
Is there love any less?
Although, those things that you said,
Keep buzzing, in my head,
Memories of waves
Crashing in the sea,
Thoughts of you,
Lying next to me,
I'm singing to you now,
Do you remember?
Missing you in the dark,
I'm still, missing you in the dark,
Absent from you in the dark,
I'm still, missing you in the dark…
T. Plotz
Lovely Things
18 April 2016
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