The effects, the mementoes

you come across when

you have the moment in which to tidy

a desk. The half forgotten

trinket, lovingly embraced in the warm light

of day and sold by candlelight to the bidder

hiding in the draw.

I found something of you,

and for a while thought of happy

memories, of the laughter once

shared and the joy it brought us,

then I remembered with sadness

the argument over nothing,

your dogma beating my stubbornness

over the head with a thick