things left behind

This week, I’ve been thinking about little things.

Things that don’t appear in headlines or banners. Things that don’t get blurted out in conversation. Just the small moments of life.

Like looking up to see the woman you love looking back at you, and then exchanging quiet smiles.

Like contentedly brushing past each other in the hall, passing in the course of the here and now and the process of living.

Like the quiet breathing next to you after the lights have been turned out and waking is transferring to sleeping.

Like knowing that someone is waiting for you when you walk through the door.

I miss the little things.

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