I want to talk about the death
of the little things
that break the heart into millions of tiny pieces
scattered about me as I walk through this life
some melting into the soft earth, leaving behind
the crocus, the rosebud, the peony
others, disolving into holes the size of craters
where nothing but grief overflows
I want you to know, I am watching
the world through the corner of my eyes
I cannot look directly at it for long
how can you?
If I do, I fear there will be no pieces of me left
to hold you for just
one more moment
