the trinkets on my shelf,
all the things i kept
belong to someone else.
(i stole them when you left.)
they are not mine.
you left me bereft.
i thought that, with time,
the ache would fade.
i was inclined
to believe that things would change.
they did not.
things stayed the same
and i knew you forgot
the promises you brought.
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