fragment of a dream
wrapped in memory
the smallest vestige
of what was
fragile and cherished
polished to a shine
nimble fingers worrying
rubbing off the ruff edges
smoothed out
in forgiveness
eroded by time
enclosed in silk
and packed away
before it wears away
to nothing
someday
I'll take out this trinket
look again
and not remember
the who or where or when
a charm that's lost its charm
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