It's not the big gestures I crave,
They're not the ones that mean most,
They're the ones that happen occasionally,
On birthdays, anniversaries or surprises.
It's the small things that matters most,
Those things deemed so insignificant,
It's them I think about,
It's them that makes me smile.
It's the small things I'm scared of losing,
Their absence...
Is the loudest silence,
Their absence...
Marks a lost I can never bear...
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