missing him

I miss so many stupid little things about him.  His overgrown eyebrows. The callus on his hand from years of opening bottles.  The freckles on his shoulders,  the sound of his heartbeat when my head rested on his chest.  The scar on his foot where he tried to now his tow off.  The way he told the tomato plant story,  the curl of his hair.  His love for prime rivm chocolate ice cream and the Texas sunset.  The smell of BBQ smoke.  The sound of his motorcycle pipes.  So many stupid little things make up a life.  I miss all of them. 

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