Small Things

that make up a life

My fingers have forgotten

the texture of your hair.

My ears no longer hear

the sound of your laugh.

I no longer taste your lips against mine

and your scent on the pillowcase has faded.

These are small things

that make up a lifetime

and, like you, they are slipping away.

I sorrow at the loss of each small thing,

struggling to hold onto these inconsequential moments

that now seem to be

of the greatest consequence.