We shared
a feigned nostalgia
for those things
that none of us
could remember
or would even care to;
Of how,
the world broke our hearts
and left them scattered
in a thousand pieces
for collectors of detritus
in some far distant future
to catalogue,
for someone
to publish learned papers
on what all
those broken pieces
meant.
A genuinely interesting poem on how one’s suffering is viewed along the path of time.
soul-stirring, makes us ponder lots on the ways of life.