TRASH OR TREASURE?

                   

            A string of buttons
                (but for what?),
            a cord, a pen (no point)
            a jig-saw puzzle piece,
                impossible to chuck,
                    inane to hoard,
                        (Toss when I die.
                            I'll not cease till I cease)
            A bottle stopper,
            watchband (ostrich hide),
            eleven eyelets
                (none for seven hooks)
            Should I have dumped this box
                the year you died while sorting out
                    our closets, drawers and books?
            That snotty clerk,
            the secret place I kissed,
            our favorite meal,
                (Tell who now? How and why?)
            shared spite,
            shared worries,
            all the things I've missed.
            (a look from you, I laughed,
            one word, you sighed.)
            Lost lock,
                when will you know again this key?
                    (What does one do
                        with half a memory?)
 

 

 

Reviews

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Quirky and stylish penned. keep writing!