It is the single tiny thing that caught my eye,
The little curving line below your lip,
That only adorned a true smile,
Or a hearty laugh.
That same little line now traps me
Behind bars of torment and pain,
Each time the memory flashes before me;
A tiny line is carved into me.
And every time I think of your beauty,
Of your magical imperfection
That the line taught me to find in you,
It pushes deeper into the wound
Knowing that I’ll never see the
Tiny part of you
Which started it all
And I can’t help but think
If that mark of happiness
Never accompanied your smile
Would I have ever known you?
Would we ever have been together?
Would I have ever fallen in love?
We are given so many opportunities, it is hard to know which ones we should take. The endless possibility of the world is both exciting and overwhelming.
Relationships are already tough. It only takes one tiny thing, the flap of a butterfly wing, to break. And once the bond that took so long to build has fallen, there’s no going back. It’s unlikely things will ever be the same between those two people. Often, couples wrapped up in love that they become oblivious to the fragile nature of love and relationships. Even the most happy couple could easily be split up within a matter of moments.
Then, there are the forces we cannot control; the forces that cause the death and destruction we can only watch powerlessly.
From the processes that brought us life on this planet, to the processes that brought you the clothes you are wearing, millions of tiny things have built up. So, if one, just one of those things were different, would the end product be the same?
Be it a comfort or a cause of hopelessness, we can’t escape the possibility. We can only try our best at being human and see what becomes of our lives.