letting go of things

i get sentimental

over

the old car,

trading it in,

or the old couch

set out

for pick up

on the curb.

in my mind they were

almost friends

of some sort.

i spent so much

time with them.

through hell

and highwater.

it seems cruel

or unkind

to let them go on without

me.

handing them off

to strangers,

who never ask

or really care

what they know, or have

been through.