revoke my poetic license?

pen/paper search during slumberless nite yields an unexpected find in the bottom drawer of memories close by bedside manor.
a traveler's turquoise feather.
a gift.
scrawled with well-wishes and safe-journey hopes entombed in a single dino-stitched mocha suitcase with heart-shaped lining.
taken for granted.
most assuredly.
once a feathery stowaway in canvas and leather pouch for good luck on distant voyages.
no longer talisman.
merely a sullen reminder of Love lost stashed in cognitive hull for safekeeping.