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
