Sometimes a well-intentioned soul calls up,
or even comes to me personally,
claiming to have found, in improper and improbable place,
references or things that certainly belonged to me.
I answer I do not need them, I do not miss that,
keep them where they were found.
They are pieces of myself that I had to leave
by the paths I have travelled in my life,
penalties imposed by my fellow ones,
by sudden, irrepressible and irrefutable passions,
born in a simple, loving and thoughtless heart.
Pieces that prove I did not refuse not even a little
of the portion I must share in my human condition:
I lived, suffered, loved; left my journey well marked.
Published in Red Wolf Journal, March 18, 2020.