Memorabilia

I save the bits and pieces of the past the trinkets and the faded photographs disheveled like the windblown autumn leaves beyond the pulse of everything that breathes I cannot step into those memories before the gods I stoop to beggary and plead my case to an indifferent sky and wait to hear abandonment's reply the wind conspires to stir the leaves like grief but tears are shed to very scant relief I take an object from a shelf of dreams as I recall my youth and foolish schemes but even memory withholds from me the sights and sounds of all that used to be and nothing seems to fit my failed design a voice to fill this silent pantomime