The Little Things

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

17 thoughts on “The Little Things

  1. D. Wallace Peach September 19, 2019 / 1:48 pm

    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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  2. H.R.R. Gorman September 19, 2019 / 8:31 pm

    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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  3. FuriousPockets September 19, 2019 / 8:56 pm

    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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    • Chelsea Owens September 19, 2019 / 10:15 pm

      I tend to feel the absence of what was more than the happy memories.


  4. Norah September 20, 2019 / 5:53 am

    You have expressed that sentiment of loss so well, Chelsea. It speaks strongly.

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