SIMPLICITY
There is something about him. Something I can't forget.
On quiet nights like this, I think of him, of something I can't forget.
The word that comes to my mind is simplicity.
Too often I took him for granted, his small gestures.
And now when it's too late, I am beginning to learn just how beautiful simplicity is.
Life is in these moments of simplicity, life is too complex already.
Tonight, such as these, i am looking around the diner and thinking of how he just
to serve me coffee, on how he was reading his book at the counter, cleaning
tables a book hanging in his back pocket. And when I look now, I don't see him,
and I think to my self, I took often for granted and became blind for what was
really there.
I took it all for granted. I didn't appreciate the simplicity.
When we were sitting on the bridge, when I was lying in his arms,
I should have paused in these moments, a lifetime in his arms.
I wish I could go back, and appreciate the simplicity more.
Then maybe there would have been a difference.