Here In This Room

Here in this room
Small mementos scatter like raindrops
Reflect memories of
The time we passed together
Before the world we created
Collapsed into silence

The vinyl from the shop on West San Francisco
Where we sipped chai
And felt the last of our love bloom
Before the descent of winter

A tied dyed ceramic bowl
From Elephant Butte where
We snapped a photo by the shore
Not yet aware of the disingenuity
Of our love

Each token is a ghost that
Reminds me of my solitude, and
The broken pieces of the 'us'
We forged, then shattered,
A lingering feeling the souvenirs
You sit and gaze upon are the
Shards of my fractured heart