the trash to the curb,
i remember
how the minister told us
that love
is eternal,
never selfish or proud,
it's
loving and kind,
loyal.
love lasts
forever, until death
do us part.
i take the shade off the lamp
as i set it
on the street for pick up.
your shoes,
left behind,
a box of blouses and skirts..
the charger to your phone,
and a stack of
self-help books.
then a rotted bag
of kale and carrots,
your soap box
and rusted megaphone.
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