Little Things

You look in the mirror

At lines that were not there yesterday

And find a couple more hairs turned grey

With a nervous glance at me

You wonder if I notice "Little Things"





Later, as I lay beside you

And sleep has closed your eyes

I think of the way you stroked my hair

And how, before you hung my jacket

You held it close to you



I reach out and take your hand

And with all the love the world has known

I bring it to my lips

For yes, I notice "Little Things"





-Javan