It’s the little things that plague my mind.

like the way your eyes crinkle when you smile
or the way you laugh after a bad joke.

the way your hand fit perfectly in mine
like the missing piece of a puzzle.

how I felt with your arms
wrapped around me.

even down to the freckles
spread across the bridge of your nose.

the thing that plagues
my mind the most?

the night you hugged me
one last time,

and left me on the front porch
with only goodbye.