Sometimes 

It’s the little things

Which go 

Unnoticed 

The way your 

Clothes 

Hug

Your body 

The way 

Your toes 

Point 

Framed by

Your socks 

The way that 

Bit of flesh

Flashes 

In a glow 

Brighter than

A star 

 

A shrug 

A smile

The delicacy of 

A finger 

Or the flick

Of a wrist 

 

And it’s those moments 

Which we capture 

Fleetingly often 

Yet somehow 

Forget to 

Remember 

Or 

More importantly 

Forget to report 

Which frame the 

Wings 

On which we could 

And would 

Fly 

If only 

We 

Were

Told