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The clutter of my memories
fills this room:
a shell, a stone, a button,
a tattered postcard.

None remind me of you.

As hours wind down
and time grows long,
I am troubled by this lack.

I long to hold some random thing,
pin a memento to my wall.
I need a reminder that makes me smile,
when the uncertainty of your affection
sends doubt into my heart.

But I walked away with empty pockets
and empty hands.

Without a magic object to sustain me,
I feel you drift away
and I pine for a lucky talisman
to keep me safe from harm.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.


Josie Two Shoes said...

"I long to hold some random thing"... a thought familiar to my life... a very moving poem!

August 12, 2012 at 11:00 AM
Old Egg said...

One last kiss on parting is useful but sadly this probably didn't happen in your piece. I loved this poem of doubt however now in my seventies I look around my home and find memories in every book, card, ornament and picture; they are very heavy to bear.

August 12, 2012 at 5:43 PM
keiths ramblings said...

A room without memories is empty indeed.

August 13, 2012 at 4:14 AM
Alice Audrey said...

So this is why manga talks so much about making happy memories.

August 13, 2012 at 11:01 AM
Jae Rose said...

the feeling of those empty pockets rattles around..sometimes nothing embodies the thing that is lost..be it person or feeling..maybe that's what made it special in the first place? Jae

August 15, 2012 at 6:39 AM
Abigail Bunting said...

A great piece. It seems as if it is always this way when someone leaves us... the need to hold on to the relationship through some evidence is captured exquisitely here!

August 26, 2012 at 7:12 PM

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