It lay atop a garbage can,
A
pillow, brightly red,
Which
showed a beat who held a heart
And
this is what it said:
“I
love you,” stitched in bold white print.
It
stopped me in my tracks;
For
in someone’s relationship,
There
must have been some cracks.
Who
tosses out a gift of love
Unless
affection’s gone?
A
fling upon a trash heap means
It’s
time now to move on.
That
pillow, looking so forlorn,
Once
graced a couch or bed
But
now it calls attention
To
the what-once-was instead.
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