The things I think when I don't know what to think, and some of my old thoughts all over again:

I am looking for something simple and small

something priceless to fit inside my hand

like a heartbeat or a breath

I want something smooth on my skin

I want the whole world in a moment

just like a kiss, a real kiss

Cruel like the end of happiness I watch summer pass

I am looking for something simple and small

like secrets that started as whispers

that I've worried into pearls

Leaves are falling and I look for patterns in my words

I watch September's light fade

and notice all my butterflies are gone

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Lily and I sit here in the basement while the other dogs sleep and listen to a mouse nibble in the shadows.