it’s the little things.

a little task for me to do.

it sits upon my desk and winks at me.

lined in the packet.

it’s little pink name luminiscent against this table.

peeking out, i know it is the final step.

i smile at it, it smiles at me.

i tear it open, i see it through, during that time, i think only not of you.

the final affirmation.

it is done.

and that is, indeed, all.

(sit with me spiritually on this beach, and listen to the children play. i’m doing the laundry by the way).