Unimportant things

There's a liquefying feeling of normality
swallowing itself again.
And nothing special pushing itself in between the weaves,
there's another bad song playing on the radio
and a deck missing its queen of hearts
and its ace of spades.

I watched a young girl fall in the grass
and watched her get up.
And a boy will propose to her a decade and a half from now,
and she'll say yes
but he
will never know she fell.

At least they told the new pup
that they weren't going to the park with him
instead of just leaving.