It"s the little things I miss
Like buying you a gift
Now the windows are all empty
But for a vague shadow
Of my image
Missed is the smile evoked
When something made you happy.
It's the little things I miss
As I hold back the tears
Desperate for asolution
A solvent of our happy memories.
You were Life's gift to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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