The Little Things

… seep into our heart. Into our soul.
They’re the things over which we have the least control.

We’re fully aware of the train heading our way.
Subtle vibrations signal:
“There’s imminent danger!” through the spine to the mind.
Long before the locomotive looms into view.

In its path is you. You step aside and don’t collide.
Yet, toe to finger and deep it lingers.
That small sensation.

Now we know.

It’s the little things that stay with us.
Long after the moment has gone.

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