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Artifact- Little Memory

I miss her.

All she left were her small nicknacks,
left in an almost empty room
to collect dust until the winter.

Her desk had memories,
those of which I only chose one.
One hollow, fragile, 3 inch, misfortune,
with a name carved oh so gently onto the bottom.

The one name of whom I will never know,
of whom with a heart of glass.
That will shatter at the same time,
as this memory will last.

The big, Salmon, ribbon,
glued to her carefully sculpted bunny,
shows the innocence,
and the sense,
that this could be real.

So real that if I were to try and hold it,
it would simply hop away.
But as real as it is,
it will shatter,
and when it does,
I'm gonna need my sister back.

Only because,
with all of the choices I had,
I had chose one,
just one figurine to hold everything.

So,
when everything breaks,
when this hollowed out,
ruffled clay,
fragile memory,
is gone,
I'm gonna need her back.
Just to make new memories.