it's the little things that make me remember,
a constant reminder of what we once were,
and the aftermath of what we are now
it's the little things that help me keep track of time
the tempos of our lifetime,
the ones that make us pause and rewind
it's the little things that make me forget,
the bad events ne'er worth remembering were, by many times, replaced by the alibi of value and meaning
what we cherished,
what we loved,
so brief,
but never trivial.
it's the little things.
June 26, 2016 Painting by Olga Bolgar
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