Little Tragedies

They happen in lifts,
and on the stairs,
on lonely night shifts
and in crowded fairs.

They are about words unsaid
and smiles not returned,
about egos staid,
and glassy hearts churned.

Little knives, bigger hearts,
beating wild, in fits and starts.
They leave the night brittle,
O! these tragedies little.

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