You sank my whole world with two words.
It took you so much less effort to say them then it did for me to hear them.
It took you seconds to say them. It took me years to process them.
Do you remember those two words? I do.
You had probably delivered the same message a thousand times, but I had not heard it a thousand times.
"He died." was all you said.
Then I died.
You went on about honor and bravery, but those words were the ones who did it.
When hit by a train it's not the caboose that kills you.
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The Little Things
PuisiThis is a collection of poems about the moments that seem to last forever. The seconds that feel like hours. The abundance of thoughts that can occur within a single second. The races your thoughts seem to conduct in your head.
