Forgotten

She was some sort of thrift store, 

With shelves full to the brims,

the items cluttered in some way that seemed to fit together 

like the folded hands of two lovers, 

all the objects perfectly misplaced in a clean disarray 

The kind of objects that had stories underneath the dusty fingerprints 

but were left to be forgotten 

Reviews

[Gray]

Thanks for bringing to life someone who's stories were probably interesting. I can't help but think this person had wisdom no one ever bothered to ask about. I'm sure she is an amalgamation of a lot of people. I enjoyed this.