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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