Broken glass
Baby feet
Tarot cards
Hang man
Chapped lips
Callused fingers
A broken heart
Credit card guitar picks


Scattered on the linoleum
Pattering on the sidewalk
In the ancient hands of a gypsy
Dangling
On his cheek
At work, doing what there supposed to
Singing alone in the silence
In my back pocket

Don't let the small things go.
Don't let them stray away from your collection of memories.