A Souvenir Poetry By Maria Costello Last updated Nov 25, 2021 0 Share I reached inside my chest and let my hands remember buried treasure … the doll with the loved-off face the missing earring my seashells Tin Man. I searched for the day we met and found a butterfly dream inside a soft purple cocoon with its no Hello nor Goodbye just Thank You instead. Continue Reading PoemProse and Verse 0 Share FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinReddItTumblrWhatsAppScoop ItMediumEmail