Poem 85/365 - The Tiniest Creature

I’m the tiniest creature you’ve ever met
I’m the voice of your heart’s regret
first you will not hear me at all
for as I told, I’m so very small

But just you wait, and I will grow
and before me your heart shall bow
and when I am ready (and that will be soon)
I’ll command your heart from dawn till noon

And while you lay asleep next to her
I sometimes curl up a bit tinier
but when she is gone and you wake up alone
your heart will slowly turn into stone

But don’t worry, my dear, don’t worry at all
I won’t let you cry, I won’t let you fall
I will never leave you, that couldn’t be
and when she leaves, you’ll always have me.