A necklace
and some seashells
they collected from the beach.
Some snapshots in an album
she can’t seem to throw away–
the things she keeps.
A box of time-worn letters
and a CD abandoned
when she left.
One photo where
he holds her and smiles–
the things he keeps.
What do these things,
these leftovers
we can’t bear to toss,
what do they say about us,
who we were,
and who we’ve become?
When it’s impossible
to imagine our life
without them,
what does that say
about the memories
or the people who haunt them?
~Patience
I can relate to this fully.
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I just wonder about it, how to reconcile these memories with my current reality. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂 🙂
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Again, what you’ve just now said also resonates with me. I do love your posts.
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Thank you so much! I really appreciate not feeling alone in this. 🙂 🙂
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You are very much, not alone. 🙂
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