It’s these little things
That you do for me
That cause
A lump in my throat
Like leaving Toto
On my dresser
With a note
Not to feel alone
Even for a day
Without you
That I can
Hug Toto
Going to sleep
It takes so little
To remain connected
Small gestures
Huge triumphs
I now see His
Game plan
in having you
I’d need little else
About Me
- nandini
- like iris murdoch, i cant imagine a world without the english word. my sensory connect with the world around me is through the nuances of the word. i am who because of it; i wouldn't be if it wasn't. mail me if you feel the way i do at nandini.vaidyanathan@gmail.com