UNCOVERED KEEPSAKES
things kept
things covered up
keeping things
one of a kind
trinkets of time
trinkets of mine
now just a shrine
once tucked away
not to be seen by the light of day
things i kept
as i wept
things covered up
keeping things
one of a kind
trinkets of time
trinkets of mine
now just a shrine
once tucked away
not to be seen by the light of day
things i kept
as i wept
pieces of mine
pieces of time
threadbare thoughts
kept for naught
a ring of love left unworn
lives apart shredded and torn
a string of words left unsaid
love unlived left for dead
a strand of memory left unfilled
might as well have all been killed
things i keep
while i still weep
these are the keeping things
things covered up
keepsakes
pieces of time
threadbare thoughts
kept for naught
a ring of love left unworn
lives apart shredded and torn
a string of words left unsaid
love unlived left for dead
a strand of memory left unfilled
might as well have all been killed
things i keep
while i still weep
these are the keeping things
things covered up
keepsakes
for my heart’s sake...
~
- a friend recently wrote so beautifully and hauntingly of invisible memories at his post paint it black -
his memories remind me of my own
about which i wrote last year and re-post here
in homage to all those invisible memories
of us all
~
