It should be a fond remembrance of you.
Yet I leave it on the sidewalk
isolated, trampled, wet, dirty
the way I felt when I was with you
You were tickled, nurtured, aroused
I was angry, resentful, disinterested
You felt the energy of the being that the object previously adorned
Free to soar at will
I felt confined by our closeness
chained and grounded by painful memories
I leave it on the sidewalk
so that I can be free at last.