enemies close

I have lost far more
than I've ever let go.
So I keep it still,
ambered in loss - a living wasp
whose look still stings,

but I cannot let go
of the beautiful things

I've kept enemies close
and memories closer,
never losing track
of which was which

All of the things you gave,
I've kept. Even those torn
from my grasp, torn away
or switched

to reveal they had never
been mine.

I will go out looking
for more to find.