I
as I settle to read Foglia’s latest,
with a hot mug and grammy’s blanket,
the charm of dust specks dancing in a sunray
makes me pause and smile.
.
II
what makes us miss someone
is not their absence, nor
the length of time between
meetings – it is turning to share
the little things and
finding their space
empty.
.
III
i miss you.
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So well said, Sophie. It really is the little things that cause the most emotion. Wonderful poem, love!
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