Altar of Lost Things

Altar of Lost Things

The keys that unlock
unknown locks and the button
from my winter coat,
motherhood and children,
and one brown sock,
a friendship untended,
an old house and a beloved father,
an umbrella left on the train,
my grandmother’s brooch,
a favorite book.

My list grows longer each year,
words and regrets,
written between the lines
and around the margins
until the page becomes
thin and tattered.

I leave the it on the altar,
light the candle,
the scent of rue and asphodel fill the air.

— Kathleen G. Everett © 2012

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