It’s the small things that bring you back.
It’s always the small things.
It’s a wisp of hair or breakfast on Sunday morning.
A word whispered in sleep or a drink shared with neighbors.
It’s a day at the museum or Saturday morning baseball.
It’s a Boy Scout campfire or a night with a blanket and a movie.
Walking through the door after work or a dinner out.
It’s singing along to the radio or watching the fireworks on the 4th.
It’s a text message that makes you smile or a random gift.
A thought of what could be or a laugh at what was.
The small things.
The seemingly unmemorable insignificant things.
The little moments that pass by almost without notice.
But, you do notice them.
A smell, a sound, or a laugh.
A look in the eyes or an escaped tear.
A word in a fleeting moment of true honesty.
A dream in the middle of the night,
Only to wake up and smile because it is real.
A glass of wine on the porch and a song on the radio.
A child’s laugh as he’s trying to escape a tickle attack.
Small pieces of Heaven.
Faint glimmers of Hope.
Brief seconds when demons flee.
Nothing’s wrong and everything’s right.
The things you remember in the middle of the night,
Laying awake letting slip tears in the shadows only because no one can see them,
Standing outside gazing at the midnight sky,
Remembering all these things,
It’s the small things that bring you back.
It’s always the small things.
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