Stones, leaves and People.

(Written 25.01.20, 7.40 pm)

When I was small,

I collected stones

And wrappers and leaves.

I loved them as pieces of my heart

I loved them and swore to never part.

Dusting and cleaning,

Took them away 

Heartlessly and easily.

None understood my tears

None realised my fears.

As I grew up

I collected books

And more books and more.

Surrounded by them 

I found joy silently

I found friends from yore.

They took me on jouneys

They shook me through laughs

But they never smiled

They never spoke back,

Just stayed on in their racks. 

As I grew older 

I tried collecting 

Something more precious than these

I searched for people

To love and share

My life, my soul and me.

They all came 

They all savoured

Then they left me, with myself.

No stone, no wrapper 

thus broke my heart. 

As people, who came, to leave.