I keep a paperweight you never gave me
A postcard from a place we never went
A playlist titled nothing saved and faded
And all the things you almost meant
Paperweight
Holding down the pages of a story
That never got its ending written right
Paperweight
Heavy in the smallest way
The kind of heavy only felt at night
I keep these things like proof
That something happened here
A paperweight for feelings
Too specific to be clear
The margin notes I made inside a novel
That made me think of something that you said
The coffee ring that stained the morning paper
The date I never circled
Never read
Maybe we collect these little nothings
Because the real things hurt too much to hold
So we keep paperweights instead of people
And call it letting go
just small things
just quiet things
Paperweight
Still here
Paperweight
Still yours somehow
