These thoughts are now mine only.
I used to bequeath them to you.
Sometimes you were gentle with them
sometimes you weren’t with them at all.

I used to watch them sit,
lonely and waiting.
You might return and walk by them,
if they were lucky.

Other times, you didn’t bother to see them:
they came out to greet you
and you walked all over them
as you hastened out.

So now, I keep them safe here
and for me, not you.