Finishing my little things 
my big things too
I rest coffee and 
dreams in hand I
listen to my happiness 
an absence from and
absence to the worries 
of the entire world 
laying here sometimes sitting 
it really does seem 
that everything else goes 
about their wishes but 
me having let go 
of all of mine 
I have found this 

If there
ever was
such a 
thing as
that then
this is 
likely it

There is something 
about mine both 
being it and 
having it that 
brings me comfort 
a warm sweater 
layered on thoughtlessly 
a quick peck
on the cheek 
out the door 
these little things 
that are mine 

Labels types and terms 
one more thing to be 
what happened to plain
old me how’d I 
become an expectation with
disappointment from a promise 
that I never made 
is it easy to 
point and say like 
I’m a click away 
little more than an 
item on some menu 
delivered by a stranger 

Will you grow bored
will I of this 
I’m empty maybe dry
all I find is lint
or old linty candy 
not much to say 
just quiet in darkness 
wondering where it went 
and if ever was