50 Hearts 50 Flames

Among my many collections
Of trinkets,
Toys,
Memories and treasures,
I sit with a box
Of hearts and candles.
Key chains and ornaments.
Dime store novelties
Crafted by "poorer" craftsmen.
They're not worth much.
But,
They hold a value to me.
I had hoped one day
To hand them out
To those who meant the most to me.
To let them know.
To remind them.
Key chains to symbolize keys.
The keys to my heart.
And,
Candles to symbolize the fire.
The little sparks of life
That they put in me.
And, hopefully,
I in them.
I don't want the flames to die.
I must keep them alive.
And,
I can't let go of my keys
Too quickly.
But,
Some have come and gone.
And, still,
They remain in memory.
In my heart.
They are not forgotten.
Surely,
They deserved a key or candle.
Otherwise,
Why would I cling to them?
But,
How can I be sure?
Shall I put them aside?
Hang a key
And perch a candle
For each of those
Who had an impact?
I may not see them
Now or ever again.
Fifty hearts and fifty flames.
Too many is uncertain.
Too few is more likely.
Still,
I cling to them
Waiting for "someday".
I'd like to think
It's the thought that counts.
I hope I don't waste them
Nor let them go to waste.