it's the little things.
the paper cut.
the pebble
in a shoe, the shaving
miscue.
the finger
in the door.
an ankle twisted
off a curb.
it's the spilled coffee.
the misunderstanding
of words.
the late train,
the early
rise.
the disappointment
of love
though
erases everything.
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