Little Things

It’s the little things that break your heart–

Apple pie never eaten

in a house with one too many chairs.

A leftover sock in the wash–

never to rejoin its mate.

And perhaps you think it odd

that I stand here weeping

over a hairbrush filled

with fine straight golden strands–

(for my hair is dark

and tight with curls)–

but it only takes a heartbeat

to shatter a world.

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