the thing is, i know i'll miss your small smiles and nervous laughs. i know i'll miss when your arm would go around my waist, or my shoulders. i know i'll miss you telling me about all the stories you, and your friends have together. i know i'll miss when you would tell me good night because you had to go. i know i'll miss when you held my small hand in both of yours, leaving me to put my open hand on top.
the thing is, i know i'll miss so much more.
but i know that things can't be the same as they were as much as it hurts me to say it, it's true.
it's the sad, numbing truth.
// m.m.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
