by Devon Fonville

I had something I treasured but didn't cherish.
It was given by a person who got the same from me.
The treasure wasn't round or bounced.
It wasn't fluffy with cotton in it.
It wasn't nothing that can be written on
but it could be torn up,
it also could be broken,
but I don't think people wanted it
to brake or tear apart.
They wanted it to stay together,
but my gift began to crumble,
and tear time by time.
It never occurred to me that it would be taken away
so I had no worry.
But it left.

PS The thing I treasure so much was a thing called love.