This poem flows so well, I can easily imagine a voice reading it aloud inside my head, this is really beautiful- the mood of it is also quite bittersweet which is great

The way you told this story encapsulates the feelings you felt and in 16 lines lets the reader experience the same feelings in a more condensed way. It’s beautifully put, it moved me, I love the last two lines, and it flows so well and it’s so nice on the tongue (even when reading it in your head). It’s something I’d definitely save to come back to re-read sometime. Thanks for sharing!

I love the not set in stone rhyme scheme, (something I love to use). The feeling of the poem is kinda nostalgic, as you are looking back at the little things

I really like the title first off. The way this poem floated on through, was like listening to a song. The rhyming was effortless and never seemed forced. I like your use of "trapse" and the Yoda like way you would mix up the components of your sentences was intriguing to read.
The emotion of this poem, hit me in the gut - very specific imagery "gently cup my face" and i love the line "filling the house with things we've made". The only line i felt was a bit undue was "(i made you up inside my head)". I feel that without this line, there is just as much meaning if not more. 
The last line was AMAZING by the way. 
This poem gives the sense of a life with many rich years passing. The ending of it being all a dream, sort of made sense of it - this beautiful fantasy, almost too good-  turns out to just be a dream. Devastating and beautiful.

I love how it starts out as nostalgic and evolves into yearning as it goes on

The poem flowed so smoothly.  I loved the progression of the poem and it brought the feelings of nostalgia and longing. I enjoyed reading this

"That sound, your keys inside the lock

Jingling - Jarred;"

Got to be my favourite line, its so familiar and warm. And followed by the revelation- I don't know it just makes me think of when you open the door to an empty, dark, cold doorway, closing it behind you and realising that nope, there's no one home. You're alone.

This is really beautiful!

This poem is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing your Heart with such grace and poise :)

I love that the underlying feeling on melancholy passes through direct and intelligible descriptions, it is not easy to do without looking naive. You really did a great job, it reminded me of some poems by S. A. Esenin.


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It's the little things that get you most  

Like making cups of tea and toast  

Laughter chiming through the kitchen  

The playful banter; your devilish grin  

A mix of giggling tangled limbs 

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The books we'd read, the woods we'd traipse  

The way you'd gently cup my face  

The things we'd paint; the games we'd play  

Filling a house with things we'd made  

Just listening about your day  

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That sound, your keys inside the lock  

Jingling — jarred; just alarm clock  

You are not real, you are not dead 

(I made you up inside my head)  

While being true, I now must grieve  

That life my dream dared to conceive

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The Little Things / That Life