At first I

Thought that we

We were just

Two knickknacks collected

On a whim

Just things from

Somewhere else placed

Here to remember

A bygone time

Obviously different yet

Strikingly similar we

Hold a place

One of memory

Until today when

Hands repositioned us

You over there

And me here

Closer than before

Complimenting each other

As we hold

The world between

Us as bookends