I took the large dog keychain you gave me off my keyring. Most of it’s colored back had rubbed off, and it was too large to slip into a pocket. I couldn’t throw it away, though, and I began to wonder about the importance of the things we keep even when we know there is no use for them. I began to think about all the things I keep. Reciepts, broken jewelry, papers, all those things you have been longing to throw away ever since the night we first made love. You waged a war against my saving mentality, and I holde things away, out of sight, refused you entry into drawers and boxes. I long for what you managed to purge.