In Little Things

Posted by Brad Osborne on November 15, 2020 · 16 Comments 

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The watermark on the desk

A simple forever reminder

When you were sitting there

Life seemed a little kinder

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A long red hair on the towel

Like a thread tied to what was

Pulls me to old memories now

And I don’t know why it does

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The bedsheets still smell of you

The scent haunts all my dreams

The rabbit hole that I fell down

Is much deeper than it seems

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An old lipstick in the cabinet

In a shade I do not wear

A rosy red reminder

Of the passions we had shared

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You are gone now for good

Separated by so many miles

And yet, I still wished days held

The light within your smile

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But life is never easy

And our path is rarely clear

Time may well heal the wounds

Just like time has stopped the tears

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