The minutiae and the detail
Fleeting and light in a second
Draw a heavy weight in the long hours of night
Intricacies lacquered in gloss
Seductive like thick, sweet, honey
Poison for the unwary
Touch floods the mind with memories
Such beauty in these moments.
Like hardened resin, it eventually wears and cracks, and splinters and fades
But the details, they remain
They never leave
The deafening silence of what was
Screams in the mist of everything that could have been
You offered shelter in a home that wasn’t yours.
I was your escape,
You, were my hope.
They say you can spend your whole lifetime chasing stories to tell only when you’re old.
Maybe that’s the point.
Like a familiar stranger we meet in years to come,
Our memories remind us to pay attention to the minutiae, and detail in these, fleeting, moments.