The little things
he said
I miss the little things

shaving myself
first thing in the morning

deciding whether to
take a piss
without making an appointment

dressing myself
in the same thing two or three days in a row
if I want to

making myself a snack
and having a couple of fingers of
scotch neat in a tumbler
they don’t allow it you know

brushing my teeth at a sink

reading in bed
before falling asleep

hearing my wife snore beside me
she had a soft little snore
that made me happy
it wasn’t until we did more sleeping
than diddling that
I discovered that cute sound
Never told her

going for a walk by myself

reading a book

taking pictures

watching pretty girls
showing some skin on the street
the first almost-warm Spring day

going to a restaurant

menus I really miss menus

and I miss teasing waitresses
and cute checkout clerks

going anywhere without
planning for toilets

So many things you do
without thinking
the little things
that used to be


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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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