Simplicities

1.2 the little things

yes, I enjoyed her company

more than a thousand angels could sing.

but someday, when her soul parted,

I understood exactly what I loved about her.

it was not her voice,

though melodious and graceful it was.

it was not her soul,

though its hope and dreams

poured resounding emotion into mine.

but it was the simple things that happened,

from day to day,

that sent fireworks through my veins.

so, as my memories of her smile

faded from my mind,

I told myself, never again.

and I kept my word with you.

never again, will I forget,

the laughter that sprouts from your mouth,

bubbling like a stream,

light and lofty as the clouds.

never again, will I forget

the smile that beams out,

dimples caving at your cheeks.

the smile that makes you, you.

so, now I have learned.

now I treasure the little things in life

more than the things that I remember.

because if we're ever to part

like so many times before.

which would I rather remember:

your kisses

or your laughter?