What Happened at the Antique Shop (Poetry)

Posted on February 7, 2020 by Morrigan Harker

The heaviness of the piece

Is more than its weight,

Memories in my hands

Flashing in my mind

In veiled shards of

What history it had witnessed,

The feelings welling up in my heart

And taking form into pictures

As familiar as words

I may have heard in a dream

Until I wonder if these memories

Are actually my own,

Since forgotten

Until now