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.


Filed under lust and love, Musings, poetry

3 responses to “Things

  1. katie

    i love this

  2. thank you my love, that means a lot to me

  3. emily

    I like it too. Reminds me of a certain time in my life and things I can’t get back.

    Very nice.

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