Alizé Dubois Tattoos

the shadows twist in unpredictable ways

your collection grows and shrinks and shifts

a silly softness,

a defiant joy,

a surrender to every moment

sometimes there is nowhere to be

and often no one with you to hold

the way your heart feels in the wind

your collection is a museum of you

a tender child’s precious possessions,

a game of memory and belief,

a playful test of trust and hope

grasp the hands that reach towards you

don’t let go, don’t let go