It’s funny how
tiny flakes
of moments
embed themselves
beneath our skin.
They burrow
in whether
they’re invited
or not
Whether desired
or ignored.

It’s funny how
tiny flakes
of moments
won’t let go.
They lock
in time
frozen
in places we
don’t want
to look.

It’s funny how
somewhere in me
there’s a
tiny flake
of you.