What is it about the little things
that makes Love such a big deal?
i'm not speaking about such agape
i speak of the gaping, exascibating beauty of deeply intense feelings
nervousness, sweaty palms, kisses on the forehead
The need to spend wakeful moments with YOU
yet lonely women are all i see
and when they go to bed alone,
they are comforted by music, comforted by a warm duvet
sometimes, i think that is how i might have end up
with memories, with left over warmth, and with such gaping sadness
one that could never match
the Love that i had initially felt
the way i had heard you say
"a ghra"
is the way i would hear you say
"au revoir" !!
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