The Little Things

The dandilion in the garden.
The small line on the chalkboard that was missed while erasing.
The small piece of lint on the white dress shirt.
The new feeling everytime we kiss,
yet it is almost the same.
(variations of something old)
The sensation of being in a new room,
and slowly getting used to the perception.
Going back to school after a long vacation.
(variations of something old)
The little insignificant things,
make life more significant.

When I go home
After a perfect night
I can still feel your warmth
Wrapped around me like a blanket.
Your body heat still living in my skin and clothes.
I can still feel the moisture of your kiss on my lips
I can still feel the love I left just a moment ago.
And I carry those special things to bed with me
And sleep with them throughout the night.

Driving down the highway
Listening to music
Watching trees and rocks
Yet not really seeing
What's passing me by.

I am tired
I don't sleep as much anymore
My life doesn't have as much
meaning as it used to
I used to notice things
The wind blowing through trees
An insect in the grass,
A flower in a field
Now I don't see as much as I used to.
As a child I was innoscent.
Now my dirty hands write words down on pages
My guilt is strong,
And my world is weak.

- Linda