Souvenirs

Arrested romance,

Love at a glance,

Now, a lost dream,

But precise and trim.

Could i imagine,

Of being soul-less skin?

Smiling with the askance;

And that makes sense.

Cause you see,

Humans do flee,

Of emotional drives

Or nature's strives.

But alike evidence,

As a murder essence

Fragments of memories,

Imprisoned in glories,

Of physical form.

Left Behind-norm.

A novel obsession,

Surrounds the posession.

A secret collection,

I guard with affection.

Unique domains,

Of exotic remains.

Each piece of physical matter,

Has certain tale to utter.

A boarding coupon,

When tears fell in turn.

A croissant wrap,

Left, but I did tap.

A poetry dismissed.

Then, mistakenly, now kissed.

An audio capture.

To travel past from future.

Every sight i turn to,

I relive a moment or two.

Can a bought object,

Bestow me this effect?

Neither can people,

Whose step tremble.

Rights on them,voided.

But not on objects,invaded.

I might sound materialist.

Factually, Enlightened Realist!

Although, are harmless,

May turn, elements of distress.

As the verve of fears,

Of losing, reincarnates in Souvenirs.