It's the Little Things
• 07/16/24 at 10:17PM •It's the little things,
I miss most in this new life.
When my love, my rock
is no longer here. My wife.
It's the little things,
I miss most in this new life.
When my love, my rock
is no longer here. My wife.
Your breath's, warm softness, touches my cheek,
As I lie along side of you.
My search for you, is what I seek.
Reaching, for the warmth of your body
but I awake and you are gone.