In Little Things


The watermark on the desk

A simple forever reminder

When you were sitting there

Life seemed a little kinder


A long red hair on the towel

Like a thread tied to what was

Pulls me to old memories now

And I don’t know why it does


The bedsheets still smell of you

The scent haunts all my dreams

The rabbit hole that I fell down

Is much deeper than it seems


An old lipstick in the cabinet

In a shade I do not wear

A rosy red reminder

Of the passions we had shared


You are gone now for good

Separated by so many miles

And yet, I still wished days held

The light within your smile


But life is never easy

And our path is rarely clear

Time may well heal the wounds

Just like time has stopped the tears


14 Responses to “In Little Things”
  1. beth says:

    so much loss and longing –

  2. A poignant poem full of melancholy. Tangle items are both held dear and abhorred. We hold them dear as a reminder of a time when we were happily in love, and we abhor them because they are a reminder of a time when we were happily in love. This poem is wonderful in expressing those emotions!

    • Brad Osborne says:

      I love your perspective that holds both ends of the spectrum for the feelings memories can provoke. They are so beautifully both things. I wish my writing held a fraction of your empathy! Love you, sis!

  3. The eternal quest to always remember, to always hold on…this makes for some beautiful verses but not for a healthy present state of mind as one should not follow the path of attachment. But you’ve written a fab poem precisely to that…
    Happy Monday my friend!

  4. Jim Borden says:

    it’s tough when all those little things remind us of a happier time…

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    Here’s hoping that time heals those wounds or makes them a little less painful.

  6. jonicaggiano says:

    It is strange how beautiful memories can be but we often forget the reasons why it didn’t work. I know there are lots of women who are smart, interesting and who would love to meet a nice man. Sometimes we have to put ourselves out there and when you least expect it boom there she or he is and now two people are no longer lonely. Beautiful writing Brad as always. Love and hugs, Jonikins ❤️🤗🥰

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