Every day she walked
Trailing people she loves
Wishing they’d look back
Give her a glance
Or stop for a little while
Though they never did
So she begun to collect scraps
Like pieces they left over
Or trash they throw at her
Useless little things
That she kept as mementos
For when she goes to sleep
Because she believes
Its a little better
To have a piece of them
Than nothing at all