It’s the little things
That twist the heart
Like milkweed silk
The breezes caught
They drift across the mind
As words of song
Too long unsung
Though melody remains so clear
I strain to hear your voice
In the refrain
Each note a whole eternity
These haunting memories
Play in me
Like old and scratchy
Attic reels
Unwinding dear
To trace a silver tear
Of long lost time

Sara Mathews     May 2016