Of Matchboxes and Promises

Were you the same person,

Who told me how he was heartbroken,

When his mom threw away,

His matchbox collection,

Were you the same,

When you told me about,

The things you liked to collect,

From stamps to coins,

Were you the same?

When you promised every time,

To show up,

But never did.

I guess matchboxes,

Haven’t got much to do with promises,

But you see,

I collect things,

Like you did,

Little pieces of memories,

That form each one of us,

Did you collect mine?

Cause yours haven’t been thrown out yet.

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