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Little things remind me now of who we used to be
A quiet walk, an Autumn road, bare branches on a tree
That spread wild across the sky, searching foolishly
For a lover, friend, partner, who somehow lost the way
For those perfect for each other, yet who could not stay
Little things like these make me miss you every day
The tree stands proud and tall, the season’s yet to change
It refuses to share its misery, I think of that as strange
How it hasn’t crumbled still for a love so out of range
It makes me think of you and me and a little more of you
How we gave up a bit too soon, a regret I’d come to rue
Wondering if you think of ‘us’, as often as I do
Little things like these make me miss you even today
Long since we burned bridges, a heavy price to pay
For constantly changing seasons and words we did not say
Maybe the tree in summer was once laden with flowers
Maybe it thrives on memories too, like we now do on ours
For love, at times, can be both, our weakness and our power
The tree may be in bloom again in summer and in spring
Decked with fragile blossoms and all the joy they bring
Vibrant hope to butterflies fluttering gossamer wings
Little things remind me now of who we used to be
They offer strength to stand alone, show me possibility
And now I think of me and you, but a little more of me
©️ Priyanka Naik (aka 'Pri')
P.S: “This post is a part of ‘UMeU’ Poetry Blog Hop #UMeUBlogHop organized by Manas Mukul . The hop is brought to you by Soul Craft and You, Me & The Universe.”