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Sentimental Value

ELIS BILAL

You still wear that charm I gave you

The symbol of our connection

Of conversations had

Spanning days

Weeks

And months

When you said you felt cursed

Until I came along to protect you

The truth is you were never cursed

Not even close to unlucky

Just needing an eye to look out for you

Which I would do again and again


With my back pressed against the wall

I close my eyes to stop the tears

Staring at that charm

Winking back at me

Taunting me

A piercing reminder

That we don’t talk anymore

That our conversations shortened

Then dwindled and died

Buried under the weight

Of secrets and rumours

Turning our world on its head


Perhaps I am too sentimental

For feeling that materials carry memory

A book can hold more stories

Than what is printed on its pages

Or the plushie I have that matches yours

Holds the soul

Of a past

That for the life of me I fail to recall

In any real way

Aside from a dreamy fantasia

That slips through my fingers like mist

On the cold day we parted ways


That charm

Just hanging there

Holding more power over me than it deserves to

A reminiscence trapped

In metal and plastic

A symbol of how I thought of you

From ten thousand miles away

How I missed you

Sitting on the park bench

That you loved so dearly

In our shared favourite place

How even though I felt so lucky

To be in that place and time

I prayed one day we could be there together


I think of stealing it from where it hangs

One final act of vengeance

To completely erase me

As you so desire

So I don’t have to wonder anymore

That maybe we could be friends once more

That maybe you would think of me softly

From time to time

And maybe I didn’t dream of

All the glances and touches

We exchanged like currency


My hands tremble

Beckoning towards it

But I know that taking it won’t change

A single thing between us

Like how you hate me now

Even if you insist you don’t

How I know you’re not hurting from this

Even though you pretend you are

I’m ruined here


And yet

For the sake of the memories we share

And the affection for something so menial

Something so greatly insignificant holds

It’s enough for me to respect

That in order to leave behind

Everything we used to share

I need to let you keep pieces of me

That in time

I’ll no longer need

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Scroll Magazine acknowledges the traditional owners of the lands on which we live and work, and we pay our respects to Elders both past and present.

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