April PAD Day 6-Puppets

childhood memories

I forget or-

discard, they litter

my floor, abandoned puppets

with knotted strings

as I get older

my fingers stumble

pulling against the knots

as I try to gather them

back up, but foolishly

I assume they will always be there

pristine as if yesterday, but-

they are fleeting as youth

slowly degrading, breaking down

these abandoned puppets

my memories, crumbling in my hands

faster than I can try to unknot my neglect

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