The brunt of little things.

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 10, 2023

I rely on little things
to make it to the next horizon,
delaying bedtime,
sleeping in later,
because another day of waking up
means confronting parts of myself
I need to work on,
and parts of you I feel are slipping away.

I push through, walking on
cold, brisk evenings,
when anemic lights flicker
and traffic signs meet empty ghosts,

wondering every day
if the little things will be enough.

If I surround myself with the scents
that make me feel safe,
that envelop me in the memory of you,

will I find a replica of peace?
Of something not so elusive?


Written while listening to "Remember Me" by Anadel


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  • 1 week ago

    by (Linda)

    congrats! :)

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