Reposted by Malachy Moran
I carry pieces of the past
around in my pockets
like lint or loose change—
& used to value them
just the same.
But once I tried
to throw some
in the bin
& my heart,
with an anguished shriek,
snatched them back—
turns out these scraps
are all that's left
of the best times
I ever had.
#mpprompt
