I am a trinket
so tiny and small,
gathering dust
unnoticed by all.
At one time though,
I was honestly treasured.
My story caused smiles –
that’s how love is measured.
I realized long ago
my value lies in the tale.
Stories are lost,
memories set sail.
The one who loved me is gone
and I lost my stature –
no longer a treasure –
relegated to dust-catcher.
That’s the worst fate
for a trinket such as me
because the city dump
will be my final story.

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