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The Little Things

*pic courtesy from pinterest  The little things the little smile the little flower in the corner aisle the little butterfly catches my eye along with  the hovering bee like sketches drawn in the sky look at the little ant fleet just close to my feet the little spider takes a warm seat the little girl who hops on the broken tile while her mother looks right across  the street from a mile I wave at her she waves back the little gestures the little fingers the little spider continues to linger the little heartbeats as humming treats while I pick up the little crumbs from my bread last night

When

I listen..
You come..
Closer.
Dozing off..
On me..
Leaning forward..
Like a poser.
When
I chose..
To speak.
Your cheeks..
Getting colder.
Eyes seek..
Only me..
Dropping awkward..
Breathing sober.
When..
I held..
You held..
Longer..
No words..
Stare aiming..
Stronger.
When I couldn’t..
You stood up..
Walking straight..
Cease to..
Look back any longer.
When..
I waited.
You were..
Absorbed in never.
Not sure..
If that was clever.
But drapes..
Made it cover..
Well enough.
So..
Now when..
Tears..
Trickle down..
Wherever.
My soul gives..
Them a..
Distinct color..
Shaping closure..
Pushing myself..
Into cynosure.
Then..
To begin again.

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