little things

for you
smaller than a single word
unimportant objects
scuttling like Prufrock
in a world grown fat, complacent,
forgotten
little things.

the empty spaces
between the pauses
between the aspirations
between two lovers
arguing.

the tiny spot
on the inside
of the knee
that occasionally calls
for attention
as an itch.

the old jacket
kicked under the seat
of the 49 bus
on a warm day
and lamented over
for minutes.

you fill our moments,
illuminate our corners
in these
little things
that are our
little lives.