To the Conservationist Ex-Boyfriend

 

You’ve gladly kept an old beloved shirt

Although it’s long gone ragged at the seams

And just as proudly used a jar, once washed,

To store your pens and pocketknives and creams—

And yet, you seem less anxious to conserve

My little gifts that yet might serve you well.

For though I breathe—more versatile than shreds

Of static matter—still, you’ve tolled the knell

Upon my useful life within your sphere.

Has all your thrifty ethos gone so lax

That you would fail to find, or seek, a worth

In me, past love?  Think: valued to the max,

I might still please as helper, healer, friend,

Advisor, ear…admirer to the end.

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