Peachy

As the juice

Runs down

My fingers

Those feelings

Diffuse

Yet the malady

Lingers

Minutiae

You think that when

Someone dies

It’s the big things

That you’ll miss

But what causes pain

To grieving brain

Is missing the small things

That they did

Even A Broken Clock Is Right Twice A Day

I can’t
even
change

The time
on the
oven

It’s just
one more
thing

I have
discovered

Since
you’ve
gone

(Originally Posted 04.01.2020)

The kettle

Boils faster

Now it’s only filled

For one

Xxx

It’s the little things

That I hate

And the big things too

In fact there isn’t anything

That I actually like about you