Lost Things/Small Things

“I feel like a part of me is missing...” He says, his hand running through his hair.

“I can see why you would feel that way.” I reply, trying not to laugh.

His eyes are pitifully sad.

“I feel like a shorn sheep.” He admits.

I laugh at him, my smiling eyes contrasting his sad ones.

”I didn’t want to say anything, but I thought so, too.”

“I just... I looked at my shadow earlier... And it just looked... Different...”

”How many people screamed when they saw you today?”

“Uh, three, I think.”

”Was I one of them? I ask, voicing a challenge he doesn’t hear over the feeling of having lost something.

“No,” he states, and before he can register what I’m doing, I’m screaming.

“Now, four.” He calmly replies.

We get in the car, reminiscing about things long lost.

“I don’t know,” I say. ”Something just feels wrong about it. ”

“Yeah.” He agrees, quietly .

“It’s just not... Fluffy anymore.“ I say, shaking my head sadly.

”I really regret shaving off my afro.”

“Good.” I say. ” you should. ”

What do I live for,

The prompt asks.

I live for quotes,

For memories.

Laughter,

Tears.

Pictures,

In my mind,

Of what was,

And no longer is.

Smiles,

Emotions.

Felt and had many times,

But just as breathtaking,

As the first time I possessed them.

I live for love,

Love to laugh,

Love to live,

Love to be,

Love to feel alive.

The ups and downs,

Alternating,

Taking turns,

Creating a beautiful,

Roller coaster of variety.

I live for life.

For the possibilities,

Of the life I could have,

And the opportunities long gone.

I live for the rainbow,

The land beyond,

Before,

And beneath it.

I live for the sunshine,

And the clouds that give it rest.

I live for the stars,

Brightly shining,

And calling loudly to me.

I live for happy,

For content,

For friendship.

I live for sadness,

For grand battles,

And for overcoming them.

I live for the small things.

The tiny little details,

That seen unimportant at the time.

But when you look back,

Yoou remember those “small” things,

With a heartbreaking clarity,

Long after you’ve left,

Memory behind.

The minute drop of water,

On spring’s green leaf.

Thhe first snowflake of a storm,

To fall upon your nose.

How the light hit her,

Just right,

Or how you did it,

Just in the nick of time.

Small things.

That is what I live for.

So, how does that connect,

To two people,

Being melodramatic,

About a haircut?

Well,

There were some amazing quotes,

Relating to it.

There were memories created.

Ties of freindship,

Strengthened.

Smiles,

Laughter,

And an odd sort of sadness,

At something,

You can't really get back.

The small things in my life,

Unimportant really,

Carry a heavy weight.

The small things;

The small moments.

They are what makes life worth liveing.