The Little Things

January 26, 2017

just
the other day
you called
to say
No
cracked pavement
chipped wall
sound
of shattering
glass or
dreams my very own
you
said that
it-never-would-have-worked
anyway

paint
being peeled
on the inside underneath
leaves
laying bare
their little tummies
raw
oozing under
scorching sun
That
is how it feels
i say
but you
do not hear
me

if
this was a movie
Hollywood irony
damsel-in-distress
and
a crap-load of pity
then
it would be raining
on set
and the director
would call
cut

just
the other day
you
called to say
No
and now
i am
starting
to notice
the little things

like
the maze of lines
in the bricks set
around the fireplace
or
how the water
droplets no longer
fall
from the tap when
i turn it off
but
quiver against gravity
instead
or
even the smallest
normally-unseen
sliver of silver
light that falls
away
from the gap
in the curtains

time passes
mountains fall
civilizations crumble
and
in that time
just think-
how many
thousands of snails
crossed
a sidewalk

for
now i know
in the end
it is
the little things
that matter
most






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