Rummaging through the heaped rubbish
        In the attic filled with our lives
Half-buried, I came across … this
        That we had treasured more than most.
A used-up piece of our now past lives
        Valued, because we had nothing

I thought, perhaps, I’d clean it up;
        Spend some time, and make it work again.
But, somehow, I could not see us,
        Giving value to this relic
Of when our world had nothing but …
Love.

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