Little things

I know little things
Trivial things.
They are so little that I have
To write them down,
So I know they exist.

Little things,
Small pieces of jewel
Made of glass.
And I have to say:
I collect them.

They are my most
Beloved possessions.
You see?
They are not really mine
And yet,
They are.

You and your voice.
The things you say.
The lines that I write and read.
The wind that messes up my hair.
My prayers to the unknown
And the hope that I carry inside.

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