Keepsake

The other day I used a word you taught me --

Something only we said in our little language

 

And recently, I thought of the bus stop

where you used to drop me

after our weekends together.

 

Sometimes it's the smell of the kitchen

when you made your signature chicken

 

Or the way your fingers reached out for mine

before we crossed the road.

 

There's this t-shirt of yours I still wear at night

And a ticket stub from a movie we enjoyed.

 

I allow myself to dwell

on these metaphorical sticky notes

of a long closed chapter, 

reminding myself

how hard it was to shut that book.

 

I think of the box in which I keep 

all my broken jewellery --

earrings that have lost their pairs,

beads from necklaces that fell apart. 

 

It's safe to keep you in there

To remind myself of all I've lost,

Of all that was once beautiful.

 





Poetry by Purple Puddles
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Written on 2021-01-14 at 07:51

Tags Nostalgia  Reminders 

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This poem was a joy, Purple Puddles! It does what all good poetry should do: it finds meaning in the "things of this world," so many concrete images in this poem (chicken, t-shirt, ticket stub from the movie, sticky notes, broken jewellery). And I am charmed by the first two lines, the private language being shared.

Bravissima!

Language: 4
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Mood: 5
Overall: 4
2021-01-15


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I found this very attracting; it drew me in as I read holding me close to your thoughts. Very well written.
2021-01-14