all the little things that you do for me
seemed so insignficant when you were still around
sending me home almost every nite
bringing tissue when we're out
holding out your water bottle to me
reminding me if there's a step
taking my bag for me when i'm feeling lazy
helping me blow-dry my hair
guiding me in my work
holding out a tissue whenever i needed it
wiping my tears away with your fingers
faking sleep when you demanded my attention
bringing baby to my house
wearing whichever outfit i wanted you to wear
having to tolerate my mood swings
all these small little things
added up and ultimately
i realize their importance only when you're about to go
only when it's too late

your snoring
your umbrella
your home dressing
your hair
your tummy
your singing
all the little things that you do makes you beautifully imperfect
i miss you.