For the simple things we miss the most,
but think of the least.
Relationships of memories vibrant, held deep in special places,
borne of sharing, trust and wonder.
But for those simple things which pass unnoticed,
nary discussed, just an integral part which at the time barely registered
on the scale that we use to judge desire, want and need.
So these simple things, yearned for from deep within,
now so far from being that truth.
A touch of lips, the smell of perfume, the sound of a voice……
 
Where did it all go so wrong?
Steve B 06/08
 
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