The Little Things

It’s the little things,
I miss,
For instance
The touch of
A gentle kiss.

It’s the little things
I crave,
Like the sound
Of the ocean,
The sigh of
A wave.

It’s the little things,
I long for,
Like a hug
From a friend,
That helps me to soar.

It’s the little things
I want,
That started,
To taunt.
To daunt.

Like the touch
Of a hand,
Holding mine.
Entwining fingers,
A lifeline.

Like a peck
On the cheek,
A tight embrace.
Messing up hair,
Stroking a face.

Like the brush
Of soft lips,
Against fingertips.
Resting my head
On someone’s shoulder.
Watching a smile
Unfold and smoulder.

It’s the little things
I miss so dearly.
It’s the little things
That hurt so severely.
I just want them back,
Yours sincerely.

© Virginia Stone