Broken, a poem written by Karen Mooney at



written by: Karen Mooney



I found you this morning
all folded up, tucked in
at the back of my mind’s drawer,
the one marked ‘do not open’.

Perhaps, it wasn’t closed
tightly enough, overfilled,
contents ready to spill
if touched by hoping.

You appeared in jewelry boxes,
cards, photos, concert tickets;
in a souvenir mug that cannot be
held, its handle long since broken.

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