Tiny Tragedies

You lose me in these stories All the ones you tell – When you share a memory I feel lost in this silent hell

You say you made a mistake The same one plays over and over – These are the tiny tragedies A loop of the forgotten lover

You wonder what might’ve been That night so long ago, it seems – When you left and came back Too late, to find the yellow-taped scenes

You consider what you lost The hours, the days, that one week – Each one a tiny tragedy of time The tear that threatens to leak

You tell me hoping to make it better Of all that we have lost, another – No one can re-master our fate, My tiny tragedy – the loss of my mother

-C