Love’s greatest tragedy isn’t anything loud
or obvious…but rather it is quiet,
little tragedies of love,
the small moments we live for, the moments
we no longer get to see, the one’s now lost
to us.
Like their smile, and how we can still hear
their laughter echoing in our hearts.
Their eyes, the way they look at us and how
we can still feel the weight on us.
And, their hands, the way they touch us
and how our skin still feels the burn.
It’s always there…these tiny memories…
but, we can no longer hear it or see it
or feel it. It lives inside of us now, still
so alive. Still so haunting.
All these things, you may think go unnoticed…
and yet, these are the things we miss
the most.
And now, the small things become the big
things. Because the biggest tragedy in love
is in all the missing. So much missing of
small, quiet things.