Those Things
by Cassie Harris
Her smile
The movement of her hair when she walked
The freckles dusting the tops of her cheeks
Those were the things he never forgot
Her heart
The times she laughed just because
Her calm voice even when she was stressed
Those were the things he never got tired of
Her humor
Her soft hair that glowed with peeps of gold
The words she always knew to say
Those were the things that never got old
Her anxiety
The lack of respect she gave herself
Her non acceptance of any compliment
Those were the things that put him through hell
Her depression
Her refusal to talk about her problems
Her hiatuses from when she got frustrated
Those were the things that made him hit rock bottom
Her disloyalty
Her refusal of his jacket when she was cold
The choices she made to avoid commitment
Those were the things that got old
The movement of her hair when she walked
The freckles dusting the tops of her cheeks
Those were the things he never forgot
Her heart
The times she laughed just because
Her calm voice even when she was stressed
Those were the things he never got tired of
Her humor
Her soft hair that glowed with peeps of gold
The words she always knew to say
Those were the things that never got old
Her anxiety
The lack of respect she gave herself
Her non acceptance of any compliment
Those were the things that put him through hell
Her depression
Her refusal to talk about her problems
Her hiatuses from when she got frustrated
Those were the things that made him hit rock bottom
Her disloyalty
Her refusal of his jacket when she was cold
The choices she made to avoid commitment
Those were the things that got old