Petite.

Days go,

As they are supposed to

But time stands still

When I am away.

Are you changing?

Or maybe I observe too much

Taking note of lost details

Leaves swaying in the westward breeze

Or dew drops latched to the stem.

It’s always the little things

That time seems to take away.

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