Shunned Trinkets

Batool Idrish posted under PenMuse-44 Poetry on 2022-09-09

Today, you're seven seas away,  my dear.  And I remember that day when you left  My eyes shone -blinked away  tears of pride, sheer. A year has passed, each day I feel bereft: As you crossed the threshold, my heart was cleft. That day- the floor littered with your  trinkets,  Your camera,  earrings, books- no regrets, Our house- a museum storing relic, All you shunned,  those tchotchkes, trivial objets, Each room is an archive -autotelic.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!