the object that refuses to leave

Wait!
i’ve managed to hold on this long
so why waste me now?
i was procured years ago
for dying hair or repairing the broken
shards of
something
that fell from grace
or for manipulating
something
infected on your face.

why now?
why not just hold on forever
to the past

keep me here
as a reminder
of all you lost, and
all that’s left to gain.

Move me from here to there
again and again
hold on forever,
i’m just… stuff!

No matter,
i take up no space,
keep me here,
just in case,
just in case

Why not hold on forever
to the past
just in case.