All those tiny details

that, at the time, I failed to mention.

Such as the way you tipped your head

to one side when you were listening,

truly listening.

(I could always tell if you were

only humouring me, or, for that matter, someone else).

I failed to mention that I had noticed this,

and all the other things about you that I loved.

Perhaps my failure wasn’t so tiny,

just like the tiny details of you, that weren’t so insignificant after all.

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Tonight, it is Open Link Night over on dVerse, where we can post any poem we like – there’s no specific prompt, so we can choose any route we please!

This poem was inspired by a programme I was listening to on BBC Radio 4 where a poet was reading from her latest published collection. Frustratingly, I can’t find it now, nor can I remember the poet’s name!

Anyway, do head on over to dVerse, dive in and enjoy!