we attach ourselves
to things.
that coat, that glove,
a ring.
we want to remember,
to make
the past feel real
once more,
not just a memory
fading
in time. we want a
touch stone,
a card, a letter to hold
in our hands
something lost
that we can still find,
no matter
what the day or hour
as our life
slips by.
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