Small Hands - Clasped Hands, Timid Hearts

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Morning comes in monochromatic hues.
Weary eyes sway from side to side and through the door.
It’s one of those things you grow accustomed to,
one of those things you’ll miss
in fifteen years.
But there’s today for now.
I quiver at the thought of you gone.
I’d dig up your bones
so I could fill the gap
you used to stay in.
The colder weather isn’t the same
without you here
and I truly wish I could’ve been there
to watch the love from your eyes
fade to the life after.