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.