In Little Things
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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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commonsensiblyspeaking 
so much loss and longing –
Thanks Beth!
A poignant poem full of melancholy. Tangle items are both held dear and abhorred. We hold them dear as a reminder of a time when we were happily in love, and we abhor them because they are a reminder of a time when we were happily in love. This poem is wonderful in expressing those emotions!
I love your perspective that holds both ends of the spectrum for the feelings memories can provoke. They are so beautifully both things. I wish my writing held a fraction of your empathy! Love you, sis!
The eternal quest to always remember, to always hold on…this makes for some beautiful verses but not for a healthy present state of mind as one should not follow the path of attachment. But you’ve written a fab poem precisely to that…
Happy Monday my friend!
Thank you my dear friend!
You’re very welcome!
it’s tough when all those little things remind us of a happier time…
Memories are tricky little things. Thanks Jim!
Here’s hoping that time heals those wounds or makes them a little less painful.
Thanks Pete. Time is very gracious that way.
It is strange how beautiful memories can be but we often forget the reasons why it didn’t work. I know there are lots of women who are smart, interesting and who would love to meet a nice man. Sometimes we have to put ourselves out there and when you least expect it boom there she or he is and now two people are no longer lonely. Beautiful writing Brad as always. Love and hugs, Jonikins ❤️🤗🥰
Thanks Jonikins!
You are so welcome Brad, hope your having a blessed weekend. Love ❤️ Jonikins