Bric à brac leaves the heart no slack

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.

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