Thrifting Discovery

Who has touched you?
Before my fingertips found your smooth surfaces, was their touch softer than mine?

How did they hold you?
Did they grip you firmly, afraid, as you might fall?
Were they careless?
Did they toss you aside?

Where did they take you?
Did you find many adventures?
Or did you suffer neglect?
Did they rummage your content?
Or did your binded heart suffer for lack of respect?

How did they know you?
Were you strangers? Did you meet by happenstance?
Were you recommended or did she stumble upon you?
Were you cased for days or ripped from what you knew?
Did they love you intimately or were they distracted?
Were you offended by the way he acted?


Surely they must not have loved you. After all, here you are with me.
And like a sweet symphonic melody I lull you until I fall asleep.
And when I awaken and find you adjacent, I'll cull through you slowly like doctor on patient.
And when our time is through I'll never toss you aside.
I'll visit you often and never neglect your spine.
You'll stay only on my shelf until the day that I die.
And unlike the others, I'll appreciate your quirks. Because surely many will develop with time.

And when my time finally ends you'll have the memory of my touch.
You'll think of me dearly and how I'll miss you so much.
But I'll never throw you away or off to a thrift.
I'll always caress you softly with my imagination's sweet kiss.