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.
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