Inconsequential

It’s not the

Grand things I

Remember it’s all

The tiny hints

Of you that

Few ever see

That floats me

Like a buoy

In the water

Sleepy eyed mornings

Wink and giggle

Hide and seek

Among the hedges

Hiding in freshly

Raked piled leaves

Fresh snowball fights

That final last

Kiss good night

Before sleep pulls

Up the covers

All these silly

Inconsequential little things