Trinkets retained,
samples of penmanship, photographs, and
items once associated with
those now gone.

Snapshots in time, preserved in the
inanimate, the trifling, the
discarded. Things to be cast aside by
the unknowing, which carry meaning in
their motion through time.

Memories made tangible
call to mind moments
so easily lost.
Those of us,
left behind,
cling to the last scraps we still have;
awaiting the day we
are reunited.

by Erik Shinker