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What had been yours, that which was ours,
Having been mine for a surprising number of years now
Piece by piece has been leaving my life
Many unnoticed and unmourned
No longer or having never been necessary
Garbage or given or just gone
Without a second's pause at their departure
But then there is the vase that never
Held roses bought on a whim
Books that stand only singly read
Blankets that have kept in the heat from a solitary source
And cups that will never leave the cabinet
To keep change or pens or candy
The landmarks have changed in my life
And I am unsure of the direction I now travel
But the true question is
Why the hell do I still say we