It’s the little things
like
the lipgloss you bought me
because you know I love sparkles
and how you say you still love me
when I’m at my darkest.
Like
it’s 3am and we find each others’ hands under the duvet
how you’ll kiss me in public
and we won’t care what who says.
Like
it’s the texts that say
“I want you forever”
not that I know what that means any more.
Trust me, I’m not that clever.
But if forever means
that you’re my last kiss
my last hand hold
my last wish
Then all these little things will have meant something deep
when for the last time
you’re the one who tucks me in
for one last sleep.
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