Just A Little...

by dyvan

If I move
just a little
I can grab some warmth in this bed.

A bed that is
just a little
too large for only one.

Maybe if when adding the sugar
just a little
made the pies and cakes and home a little warmer.

Did I speak too often and too long
if I had been quieter
just a little
quieter between the moods.

Now the front door
is ajar
just a little

and this life
reshaped
just a little

and at night
inside I cry,
just a little.

The Author

Born in Tipperary, Ireland and so, has heard the joke "it's a long way" too many times, dyvan lives in Melbourne, Australia and has been writing for years, especially enjoying the period when he got to use crayons in kindergarten. He is currently about to appear in "Call Me Luc" in Melbourne as part of the Melbourne Fringe Festival.