Shells and Shelves

These shelves
Hold nothing but mere shells
Of what we used to be
In the form of pictures.
And although I can burn paper and ink
I can never erase the memories
You left With me
When you left Me.
I can never bring myself
To clean these shelves
Of these pictures. The dust gathered
On them
Is sacred to me,
Because it is the only thing
Left unbroken
By time.
Just like the moments I shared with you.

Shells and Shelves

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