That's the thing


That's the thing

The small little thing

That you think

Does not mean anything at all

That itsy-bitsy thing that seems the linger into your mind,

and back.

Does it fade away?

Just for a day,

or two.

But it always comes back,

no matter what.

If the skies,

seem to darken,

and the clouds,

do as the sky.

Does the thing come back?

For the feeling is moving on,

ready to let go.

Not wanting to change,

even at heart's desire.

I can't change what has happened,

or what will be.

Because it already is done.

That Small

Little Thing.


The End

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