she left
behind some things.
a brush, a bracelet,
some shoes,
a ring.
I left
behind
some things.
a coat, a scarf, a book,
an unread
magazine.
we talked
it over as best we could.
we drifted apart.
in time,
the cards
and letters stopped.
the anger
subsided, the hurt
was less.
the memories
for better or for
worse were
encased
in a jewel box
of thought.
Sunday, November 26, 2017
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