The Little Things

Before the forgetting begins, there are shifts so slight they blend into routine:

a pause,

a misplaced word, 

a glance that doesn't quite land.

This piece holds those subtleties -

threads of color 

rising and facing,

vertical murmurs that mark the space betwen presence and doubt.

Each gesture, each brushstroke,

echoes how loss begins,

not with rupture, but with accumulation 

Little things happening long before they are named.

It is in these quiet moments that memory first trembles.