“Darlin’” My Treasures weren’t yours to define
My Triangular Teak three-dimensional lines

My Plush Orange/Grey comfort, my zippy Red Car
You neither valued up close nor afar

My soul, Smooth and Square, and as soft as White Leather
You’ll dream, breathe, and walk each day, giv’n to none better

My Tall, choicest Chairs to join me at my Table
Who’d have known you’d sit dormant…in a basement…unable

My Keys you possess, they are all-heart-shaped still
That you’d give back My Pieces — I have no faith you will