This

And now in
this the very
smallest of things 
I’ve found it
hidden no tucked 
deeply inside one 
of my many 
cubbyholes fashioned from 
years of discarded 
disappointments and incomplete 
relationships holes dug
and drilled into 
the very trunk
making trenches which 
now appear as
lines on my 
face and placed
deeply therein trinkets 
trophies and treasures 
tiny little teaspoons 
of dollops desire
squirreled away many
never to be 
found just forgotten 
except this one