A gentle reminder of a rough reprise
Four symbols granted to one unclean
Each a remainder of division unseen
The photo of youth, taken unaware
The strand, the last lock of her hair
The bottle, a gift consigned in mirth
Lent to the turtle of enormous girth, and
The key, carved so he'd never be alone
Stored in a closet once called his own
A wind sweeps down, wild and untamed
No one but himself left to blame
