THE GREAT HISTORY OF LITTLE THINGS

here
the history of
this broken cup

not thrown away
despite its brokenness
imprisoned in an attic

a wedding present
let fall the very day
of her vows

its history invisible
to all others
seen only by her

and there
a headless rocking horse
tethered with cobwebs

her long lost child
still riding it to
wherever he imagined

his little voice
still playing
in her mind

'...the perfume of the past...'
was it Maupassant said that
she asked herself

a clock telling her
it would forever be
half past nine

the dust
of old forgotten things
making her sneeze

old photographs
from another era
way before her time

and there was
Uncle Albert
was it not

she sat inside
this man's mind
wondering what it was

to have been this man
she had only heard
stories of

peering out through
his faded photograph eyes
at a world that had been lost

she knew oh she knew
that she too
would become a photograph

people wondering
in time
who she had been

and lost in the past
she was unaware
of becoming a future

in which
she no longer
existed

Time stealing
her away
without her knowing

Time stealing
her world
away from her

a grand daughter
calling at the foot of the stairs:
"Grand-mère...grand--mère. . .grand-mère!"

do you know why
i feel like i'm taking
this break up far worse
than you

it's because
i found you
i found love with you
when i wasn't even looking for it

you just happened
to fall into my love
and made the deepest mark
imaginable

you were there for me
in my darkest times
when i felt as if
life wasn't purposeful

you brought back my smile
you brought back my laughter
you brought back
my will to live

and maybe
just maybe
you could fall back
into my life again

if i wait for you

My body doesn't function normally
I miss you,
And my heart, it's not steady
My soul is numb

It feels intense, and the worst part is,
I feel completely out of control
There isn't a whole lot I can do about it
And it *****

Some would say when you miss someone so badly
You pretty much miss a part of yourself
And I agree,
You're a part of me I cannot be away from

I always want you around
It doesn't matter what you're doing
As long as I can see, feel, smell you
I know I'm going to be alright

A passer-by asks:

Where from? Where to? I walk on --


with him, in silence.