Minutiae

It’s the good things I want to stay
The ability to open your eyes big enough to see all the little things
The way your throat feels after running in the cold
Walking barefoot on damp grass

The ability to open your eyes big enough to see all the little things
The warmth of your hands on my cold skin
And walking barefoot on damp grass
Broken seams in a book and dog eared folds

Oh, but the warmth of your hands on my cold skin
And watching the fireflies gather under trees on rainy days
The broken seems in a book and the dog eared folds that you find yourself tracing and refolding
The way you look at me with big eyes and smile

Watching these fireflies gather underneath the trees on this rainy day
The stale taste you get on winter days
The way you look at me with big eyes and a smile
Cotton candy skies and yellow moons

The stale taste you get on winter days
Like the way your throat feels after running in the cold
Cotton candy skies and yellow moons
It’s the good things I want to stay