Something so small

A far away land
The touch of a leathery hand
All moments must die
But in your memory they lie
Unfamiliar to some but known to most
Creeping through your head like a ghost

The tick and tock of a vintage clock
The pitter patter of bare feet across the wooden floor
Your mind runs like a car and opens like a door

The most unfamiliar sense is one we can’t always seem to reach
It pulls back and forth like waves on the beach
For love is the most complicated thing of all
But can be found in something so small