Your minutiae’s given wing 

flown away 

landing in someone else’s ear

for tomorrow, today 

 

no more conversations 

about your mother the job  

no more tiny victories 

that got me excited about…

 

I miss the details 

sand in my hair 

the traction provided 

in a life sliding unchecked 

 

I try to capture a second 

of what I felt 

not enough for a shiver

just the dull sound of regrets