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Aug 2012
It's the little things I miss.
The way you slipped your hand to the small of my back.
Or how you grabbed my waist as you walked by.
Your lips on my temple.
We smiled as we kissed.
Spending long moments not talking,
just gazing and kissing.
Do you remember that we slow danced in my basement?
When you missed semi for hockey.
You joked about how clumsy I was.
...Always thought it was cute.
That's a little thing.
Why won't you miss it?
Why won't you miss me?
I fell asleep on the futon,
Safe.
Warm in your arms when I woke up,
as you still slept beside.
It's the way you twitch in your sleep.
The way you're always warm when I'm cold.
The way you told me stuff no one else knows.

But will you tell her?
If she falls for you?
Will she see the little things?
That sweep my dreams?
How couldn't she love you?
How can I stop?
When all I miss are the little things.
Selena Grace
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