They say you miss the little things
when love leaves you behind.
They say you hear a voice, a laugh
an echo of a smile.
They say you feel an emptiness
where warm-tight arms would hold.
They say you wake a night or two
in bed, alone and cold.
What they don’t say is just how long
the little things are missed.
What they don’t know is is just how much
your everything persists.
What they don’t feel is where you were
before we came apart.
What they don’t live is half a life
with empty soul and heart.
Photo Credit: Stefan Spassov
©2019 Chelsea Owens
Chel Owens 
Such pathos. Very nice Chelsea.
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Thank you, Len.
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This is such a heart-breaking poem. It reminds me of the writings of John O’Donohue. He says that, in truth, we are ultimately alone – that no one can fully know the world of experience inside us. ❤
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That’s beautiful. I’ll have to read him.
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Anam Cara is his most famous book. It’s my favorite read. 🙂
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Sad, but very touching.
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Thank you.
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My spouse is leaving for a work trip Sunday and this poem reminds me that I’m going to have to figure out how to get the dog walked on Monday evening…
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Neighbor kid.
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This is depressing.
I like to remember the happy times. Even when someone is gone, you can still feel pleasure by remembering the good feelings you had when you were together.
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I tend to feel the absence of what was more than the happy memories.
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You have expressed that sentiment of loss so well, Chelsea. It speaks strongly.
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Thank you, Norah.
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So sad but beautifully written..
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Thank you.
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This is so special. Brought a tear. It gets the feeling just so right. Thank you xx
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Thank you for reading.
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