Sometimes in
Life after
All the
Searching and
Hoping and
Chasing and
Wanting we
Discover happiness
In the
Smallest of
Things for
Me it’s
Your dark
Chocolate eyes
And how
You hold
Your fork
Or how
I light
Your cigarettes
Or how
You ask
Me to
Read my
Poems in
Darkness but
Most of
All it’s
How you
Tickle me
With your
Weak wrists
And laughter
When the
Day is
Done we
Rarely remember
All the
Things we
Don’t have
Yet pray
To God
For those
Little things
That mean
So very
Much in
Making our
Lives fresh
And new
