RIC S. BASTASA
20 - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
a pen that you just keep
but you have no time using,
an outmoded cell phone
that you are not willing to give up,
a creaky bed, a rusty pin,
a handkerchief with an embroidered
name of your someone special
a old diary, a tiny wild flower
between the pages of your
favorite book, locks of hair,
what do i really need these things for?
ah, memories, rotten memories,
so sweet still.
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