Bittersweet

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Bittersweet

I miss you so much,
everywhere I turn
are constant reminders;

The sweet scented rose;
how prickly you could be.
The hourglass vase;
how fragile you were.

The delicate flowers;
the attention you needed.
The changeable weather;
your capricious moods.

The twinkling stars;
your ability to lie.
And the dog's soulful eyes;
the shit that you sold me.

But I still miss you.

14 Comments on “Bittersweet

  1. Yowser! Reading The Hobbs is often a roller-coaster. How amusing as you craft your pieces gently, romantically, then jar us with crude scents of reality. Ah, such is life as portrayed by Hobbs. Ah, such is life.

    Thanks, sir.

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