The Little Things Poem by Kelly Boutin

I used to tune into the little things;
The cars and trees and pretty things
I used to feel for things
Back when I had feeling
How can I settle for the little things
When all I want is everything?


I've slept in the pines
I've cried in a field with goats
I've crossed the mountain in a night
I've waited out storms
I've jumped off a cliff
I've delt with bad people
I've tried my best
When I barely had a reason

I've spent too many days
Crying to the ocean
Dancing to the moon
Painting colors in poetry
And not loving you
Holding onto anything
To try to stay alive
You are my music,
The reason for my life
But you have always been right here
Biding your sweet time
I recognize you now My dear
The light behind my eyes