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Mussette |
| Date: |
21-Oct-2007-05:26:41 |
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Small things |
I remember he used to pump the gas for me.
I thought it was a small thing for him
until I saw the pain in his eyes
as he struggled to get out of the car
to pump the gas for me that day.
I hurried and pumped the gas myself
acting as if I had not seen him
in his stuggle,
trying to get out of the car.
And watched the pain in his eyes deepen.
And I wonder, now,
all these months later
when love is trying to express itself
why do we ever think it is a small thing?
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