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Mar 2015
He sits in his quiet room
He misses the happiness
He misses the fights
He misses the things people don't pay attention to
He misses the way she turned to mush when she saw a baby
He misses the twinkle in her eyes when she looked at him
He misses the smile she had when they talked about the future
He misses the incredibly small things
The things he wishes people paid more attention to
The things that make someone fall so far in love that they can't escape
The way a person feels safe in ones arms
The way they breathe so softly when they are dreaming
The way a person just being in the same room calms everything
The way a person says cole slaw
The way a person can dream about and describe their future so vividly
The way a person can ask you anything and you can't help but tell them
The way they frown when they are mad
The way they want to frown when they are mad but can't because your their
The way you make things better
The way they take your breathe away when they aren't are there in the morning
The way they change everything
And as he sits and thinks
All he can find himself thinking about is
His
Eternal
Rapturous
Written by
A heart lost poet
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