The Little Things: A Poem

The Little Things

They’ve given me(us)the prognosis already

The clock is ticking down now

Set in motion by the hand of oblivion

There’s so much I wanted to learn

And experience

But I’ve run out of time

So I’ll settle for remembering

Hold onto the little things

You’ll learn the big stuff all over again

They’ll let you know who the President is

But they cannot, or will not,

 Remind you of the time when

You were asked to go for a drink

With the woman who answers the phones in your office

And you ended up meeting the person you’d be touched by most

They can’t tell you how her smile looked in the dim light of the bar

Nor can they tell you how it felt when she came home one night

Crying her eyes out

And yelling she’d made a mistake

You might forget the tears that fell on the spot

 Where her car had once been parked

But I doubt it

There are things you will want to forget

Things like that

You think you’d be better off without

But I can tell you now

That all those painful memories

All those tears

They made you who you are

That’s what you need to remember

Hold onto the little things.