Whispers Of Sentimental Keepsakes

What shall be done with these accumulated relics of time,

Perfumed scarves, isolated, and jewelry left to rust,

Worn-out heartstrings that snapped broken from the emotional climb,

And family trees left burnt and reduced to dust?

Love letters crumpled and filled with past regret,

Tear ducts swollen from the grief they've fed,

Photos that haunt and memories hard to forget,

Nerves mangled by what was left unsaid.

These tangible echoes of a life once whole,

Now fragments scattered and yet still entwined,

They linger on, though they've lost their role,

In the tender chambers of a troubled mind.

-Aubs

09/01/24

In my poem, Whispers of Sentimental Keepsakes, I explore the profound weight of memories manifested in tangible objects… those remnants of a past life that linger, haunting yet beautiful. Each line reflects on the emotional residue left by these keepsakes (the perfume-scented scarves, the broken heartstrings, and the crumpled love letters) these items, though worn and weathered, are infused with the echoes of a life once whole but now fragmented. They serve as poignant reminders of loss, regret, and the passage of time. In this poem, I navigate the delicate balance between cherishing these memories and recognizing the emotional burden they carry, all within the tender chambers of a troubled mind.