143 – Tokens

What’s left over
What remains
The ones I count
The ones I claim
Vivid reminders
What I live without

Tokens of affections
Scattered at my feet
Symbols of an empty heart
That no longer beats

Keepsakes of a memory
Vanished in a moment
Remnants of a lover’s token
Shattered and broken
Never again to be
Never a word spoken

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