Look at what we built!

Look at what we built
There at the alter!
You point to the church
Two plasticine figures there stand.
I gaze at the piers made of lolly pop sticks that we stapled together by hand.
Down the bottle cap street is our very first home that we stuck all together with glue.
Every detail there painted
made so tangible
the connection between me and you.
And the little shops that took hours and hours burst up through that cardboard base.
And even in ruins the toothpick fences
hold details that can’t be erased.
I leave it to you, even though I helped make it -
I can’t help but feel you did more
As while you were sat there, painting fine details
I was so engrossed in watching you draw
The houses, the shops, the church, the streets
So careful with all that you crafted.
Our cardboard-model life
how could I have thought that it’d stay even when I departed.
I’m sorry that there’s nothing left.
Even so
Please place it on your window still
You hope I’ll remember it all in one piece and I want you to know that I will.