***Collections, Day 26, November Poem-A-Day Chapbook***
What I used to collect
were scraps and odds,
small things to remind me
of my loves
Now I see what I have
from you. It’s much.
Most of it
not material.
What I have just fades away
each and every single day
I fade away
or wish so, anyway.
© soulmary
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