Artifacts

I was holed up in my room

Drifting in and out of consciousness

My wandering eye landed

On scattered artifacts

Reminders of past loves

Single gold hoop, its pair lost

Takes me back to a summer night

Kissing under lamps in my red skirt

Ice cream lingering on our tongues

Tasting of fun and games

Triangular shelves marr my walls

Purchased as a favor

I loved him, he loved me not

Still I tried to impress

Yearning for more than appreciation

Inked sleeve of a 45

Tranports me to 2016

Dancing at the Troubadour

Backlit, he invited me to sing

We sang about intention

Above my bed, a painting

Metallic strokes, clock fixed in time

We moved out together

From the imagination of the first man

To love me, a constant in my corner