Little Things

She's walking down the fire escape She's so light, she's the tiniest leaf, and He's at the bottom waiting to say "Love, we're late" It's the way she sings Meanwhile I'm cleaning out the drawers Wondering if it's "Love" that's breeding Twist ties and fruit stickers, silent ritual killers It's these little things It's sand in our pockets It's stones in our shoes It's coffee and bread crumbs, and Trying not to wake you It's been a year, and I've arranged myself Into piles and wooden frames Wishing for a moment free A moment so easy as the spring Lifting my hands off handle bars Wait for the fear, the catch, the scars I know it's coming on, proof my grace is gone It's these little things We're already buried We've noticed them too late It's creaks in the floorboards, and Chips in the paint What's to become of us? The word, the heart, the rings? The memory of all these little things? It's squeezing from the bottom And wasting all our time Winning every battle by saying "never mind" Oh, never mind. Never mind these little things