What You Thought Lost Returns (Poem)

this happens at any age

some do not live to be older

you lift a cup to your mouth

but it is now filled with these

a jagged brown capybara tooth

your grandmother’s pocket knife

an arcade token for the pinball machine

a handkerchief that still smells of pomade

you pour them out onto the table

run the memories through your fingers

then realize you’ve been lost in time

your hands are wet with tea

your face wet with tears

the sound of the falling rain

washes through the night

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