Little Things

I lost you to the little things;
little things you expected,
little things I didn't say,
little looks, little sighs.
Little things that went unnoticed.
Little things so hard to explain
as you were leaving,
your bag packed with little things
bulging behind a long, sad zipper.
Each little tooth a biting farewell
in unwilling collaboration
to forever hold such little things.
Little tears from your eyes.
Little buckets filling mine.
This great love reduced to simmer
by other lusts,
as money
or position
or accolade
ran their fingers through our hair.
Little remnants and complacency
sharing kisses behind our back.
Unfaithfulness often needs no lover.

An excerpt from "Little Things", first published in Straightening My Tie (Six Nines Imagery 2015)