My only remnant of the past
Which we both used to know
Was that ceramic figurine
You gave me long ago.
I held it in my hands each day
And then I would recall
The way you gave it and your love
When you left in the fall.
If you had happened to come by
To see me yesterday,
You would have seen me crying as
I threw my past away.
Dec. 20, 1981
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