Little Nothings

There were things to say.
I had called and I had pinged-
The only two ways of reaching you-
Right when I thought it.

You were away,
Sleeping or bathing- in peace-
Because it was the weekend.
You are unavailable
Because it was the weekend!

There were things to say
Things, none important or life-changing,
Little nothings not worth the breath now.
Them little put-away-in-a-jar things they were
And when the jar gets full
You will know me better.
You would have known me better.

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