all the small and simple

I want you,
the way you are.
the sadly way
you’ve been left aside.
and broken too,
even uncared for.

I want you,
all the small and simple,
because beauty wanes
with such an ease,
and so gracefully
that all it will be
in the end
is a simple memory.
a distant shooting star,
as small to the eye
as it may seem.