will
not last, the things you
cherished
will be on
the curb at some point.
those books
you read,
that favorite coat
and hat,
your art upon the wall,
the vase
on the mantle.
postcards from France,
signed love,
Emily.
all of which
once made
a home a home,
the things that pleased
you,
will be tossed
in the end,
into the dump,
the precious
keepsakes now trash.
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