It's puzzling, really.
How in a year from now, you won't remember that sunset you lost yourself in.
Or how your fingernails are painted orange just like it.
You won't remember stumbling over that crack in the sidewalk
Because you were trying to recall the colors that make up her eyes.
Not focused on maintaining a steady stride.
And the smell of this room,
Will be soon be gone too.
Always far too soon.
It's like they never happened,
These little moments that fill up our everyday lives.
It's the ordinary things like these that matter