A Part of Me

It was left to rot all those many years.
The last use of it was to exchange food for the hungry.
*click* *Bang* it fell to the ground, many hours later it was picked up.

It went on many "adventures" you might say...
The scars the hearts shattered some may heal over time but memories last.
And so will your stories.
Now you're here with me.
In my hand.
And you also mean a lot to me.
You tell me stories in ways I can't describe.
All I want to say is thank you.