These Things

All these things I’ve collected,
Sit around me like monuments,
The souls and the toys,
Now realised as one.
I’m sorry I’ve deceived you –
And I speak to myself-
But won’t you drop your defence?
I know I’ve been away too long,
But can’t you open the door –
That I closed on myself –
And unbar the emotions,
Which I’ve hidden from you;
Though these things are yours.

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