And a Broken Mug

I have no words,

No rhymes,

No music.

But a tear, a sorrow, a regret.

Old memories

and some pictures perfect.

 

I have no emotions that are ‘on sale’,

They stay.

But just a song, an ivy,

And a tower called ‘Malory’.

Some rainbow coloured bands

and a few promises.

 

I have with me

A broken friendship

…and a broken mug!

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