mementos,
receipts,
and
little shopping bags
remind
of a love
that traveled on.
more poignant than all the words
scratched to each other with love,
a morrisons bag
kicks me in the gut.
the past has passed,
no doubt;
but in constant refrain,
nostalgia digs
with the sweetest pain.
life
is
gorgeous-
The Universe, divine.
To have loved was a gift,
both hers,
and
mine.