Losing You Again
They tell me: clean all the closets --
give away clothes, things you'll never use--
toss it all, decorate anew -- but,
must I part with what you
touched -- what you gave life
by using, by cleaning,
by valuing? What to me
had no intrinsic worth
you made precious, and
now these are not mere objects:
the trinkets, utensils, furniture,
clothes, pictures, car, house --
machines, implements, tools, books --
all the trappings of our lives.
Discarding them will be
another step erasing you.
Putting an end. And of
my losing you -- again.
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2023
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