Words : The Little Things

Some things will never be the same
Even if you feel otherwise
Those are the little things
That you don't notice

But little did you know
They mean the world to me
And boy, don't even try
To deny me my feelings

It's a two-way mirror
You seeing that nothing changed
And me seeing only myself
Still you say nothing changed

That is for the very reason
That you can still see me
But not knowing that
I cannot see you

I would have been really happy too
Should I have been on the fun side
But because it is nothing but a figment of hope
A possible and physical reality it is not

~~~

This poem was created with the knowledge that things will never be the same again but desperately trying to be convinced that it will be. Things look different from different perspectives, just like it will be different for different people. You may be able to inject your beliefs on others temporarily, but not permanently. Each for his own. Some people live their fantasies, some people don't. The details are in the little things we do not notice.

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