The Little Things

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your smile

was the feeling of the morning sky

before sunrise

quiet

the worry-free moment

of pure peace

as you paint the horizon

in water-colour hues

and watch as the world comes awake

before you

your eyes

were the milky brown

of the decaf coffee

i still have to water down

despite my every attempt

to enjoy it black

your hugs were like the feeling

of being warmed from the inside

as it courses down my throat

and calms my raging mind

your presence has always been

the sound of the sea

as the waves pound relentlessly

against the shoreline

the feeling of the sun on my face

my fingers thawed by a hot mug

the breeze blowing through my hair

and softly reaching out

to caress each cheek

the glimmering sun-cast highlights

on the rippling blue-green expanse

of hope

that flows for miles

in front of my tired eyes

the sense of belonging

and always having a place

no matter how long you are gone

or where you choose to venture

in life

the scent of cinnamon

and lavender

and home

your laugh

was like the soft whisper

of wind-chimes

on a summer’s day

the crackling warmth

of a bonfire

the familiar scent

of woodsmoke and brine

the taste

of maple-walnut ice cream

melting on my tongue

the sound that coaxes

my weary self

to sleep

after a long day

of anxious thoughts

and a constantly running brain

you were

every comforting thing

about the world that I know

and it’s hard

not to see parts of you

in everything that brings me

peace of mind

if even for a little while

because for a moment

you’re still here

and nothing’s broken

yet

I find comfort in the little things // m.p.

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