They fell on fittings of your garment.
Faces, bodies, You.
People, spaces, home.
Details you wish you missed.
Embodied memories in the scents of time.
Flashes of captured days-have-you forgotten?
Those moments whose trigger of emotions
Insinuate hope, pain, joy, bliss.
Your pieces recycled into now.
Acknowledge it’s new form.
Take that they are made from,
Sprinkles of the past.