They say it takes
some time to heal
when losing love
the pain you feel

In biding time
you realise
it might just take
more thoughts apprised

To ask myself
what did I do
to let her down
without a clue

Sure, certian things
come into play
but don't add up
to my dismay

To pick apart
the scattered clues
and tell myself
this was no ruse

I can't keep track
of all of these
sadistic statistics
and frailties

But give it time
with what I know
and tell myself
just let her go

A severed limb
does not compare
to missing such
a love laid bare

So I begin
in taking stock
of mementoes
turn back the clock

I come across
things left behind
she could have used
but pay no mind

A pink hairband
or bobby pin
scattered about
the rooms they're in

A lacy panty
stashed between
my matresses
when times are lean

Or come across
that Groucho nose
or just one leg
of a panty hose

I realise:
this treasure trove!
her green teapot
and old hotstove

Items that I
associate
to better times
it's not too late

to try to change
my point of view
and see these things
as fresh, as new

As I reclaim
things left behind
the happy reminders
and peace of mind.