These gifts, she sent me often, so;
such frequent sights, they were.
My mailbox held so many cards;
all signed "with love" from her.

And did I revel in the joy,
which each of these deserved?
I acted like 'twas at McDonalds
and my meal was served.

I saved them, though and what a pile!
The box does overflow!
So many symbols from the time
when us, she valued, so.

And there are also many, which
are housed within my brain:
the meals delivered, dishes done...
the list, it doesn't wane!

And when I think about this time,
I sense then, all I lost;
a state of sadness, I'm soon in.
...am grabbed and there I'm tossed!

I think of what a gift, her gifts!
And then me, each one smacks!
As I'm reminded how my thanks
expressed was mighty lax.

They were so frequent, I got spoiled!
Their value, I let slide.
They were so precious, I now sense
and from that hurt, can't hide!

And Oh! what pain I feel as each
kind offering's then faced;
as each reminds me, what came next;
how: soon, I was replaced!

The irony is so intense
and such a central trait!
Her kindness was so visible;
its presence was so great!

The message, each delivers now,
it slaps me like a whip!
Our love was as unsinkable
as that Titanic ship!

And suddenly, yes! down it went!
it vanished--disappeared!
Soon ev'ry gift reminded me,
the ending, shortly neared.

So, all the contents in the box
just set off, for so long,
the pain and grief from losing her;
these feelings, sharp and strong!

'Twas such a contrast in my sight:
her presents in the box,
while down the road, her presence was.
This picture, me it shocks.

But maybe I should understand,
I needn't let these gifts
just trigger her rejection--
for I can enact some shifts!

These gifts are treasures; signs of when
her heart spoke, "I love you! "
And what a blessed time; so, still
much thankfulness is due!