I’m not holding anything much anymore,
the CDs are now precious jewels in the hand
and brought out like a hobby on quiet days.
Solid relics from times when I held things:
from times of videos, of board games,
of books, of conversations.
The gargoyles and grotesques
are held in the museum, intact.
I am a museum of all the held things
they are beautiful now, in the mind,
just like you and tucked away,
in the heart, just like you
or on safe shelves in my rooms,
just like you.