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An Answer of Why
“Why do the small things matter to you?”
I’ve never been asked this question,
but I’ve thought about it numerous times.
Why do they?
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A Split in the Road
A crack in the road,
A scratch in the glass,
Isn’t the end of the world.
For every “imperfection,”
Beauty is made.
In that crack in the road-
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Loves
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Autumn makes me miss you more
Your brown eyes
Long lashes
Blond hair pulled back
Blue nails
Your hat with the pom pom
Coat with the many zippers
Platform shoes that you were so proud of
The way you would
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You're Turning Violet
I always admired
your blueish-red skin
which complemented your fire-green eyes.
The snake-like hues
in your eyes,
which I had once found beautiful,
now angled themselves toward your demise,
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I think my parents deserve to be happy.
They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies.
They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand.
They deserve to look at each other with love.
