Trinkets
Little things
A favourite pen
Sentiment?
Or just pretend?
A gift given
Becomes something more
Like proof of love’s weight
You can hold over fate
A photograph
I can understand
Like bookmarks in time
You can call on demand
But the silly things
We hold ourselves to
When it all ends in misery
And refuse to remove
The plays have run
And come undone
But it doesn’t stop
We keep the props
What is this obsession
Or fear akin
To not release the past
But let it consume us within?
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