"My Precious..."

"My Precious..."

A Poem by Chris


"My Precious..."

I dreamed of little things -
tiny, insignificant, meaningless to any but
me... things.
Memories I could hold - softly nuzzle, held gathered in a palm.
I lost them - taken by the years - one-by-one...
and tear-by-tear,
smile-by-smile... I died inside.

Chris

© 2011 Chris


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Lansing, MI



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