Such a Little Thing

When the most important things in our life happens, we quite often do not know, at the moment, what is going on.
~C.S Lewis

It seemed to be a little thing;
an odd twist to your smile.
Purely insignificant,
a gesture not worth while.

When flipped, you landed oddly
and looking back, I knew
that something else had shifted--
that somehow we were bruised.

I searched my recollections
to try and find just when
it was that dear Britannia
had forgotten we were friends.

I rubbed your frozen, silvered form,
upon a coin embossed,
observing lion in repose,
and realised you were lost.

Dear money, mine, you complicate,
your worth has gone, I fear.
Now 50p won't buy a loaf,
never mind a round of beers.

And now the barman offers you
to me as part of change,
"Keep it," I say, and catch a peek
of you who ruled the waves.

It's you who've changed, not me, my dear,
we used to be so good.
I worked for you, you worked for me,
I thought you understood.

But now your gaze is too aloof;
your frozen smile is lost.
Your rattle is the charity tin,
where the barman had you tossed

It seemed to be a little thing;
an odd twist to your smile.
Purely insignificant,
a gesture not worth while.

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