Remembered Still

I see that you have locked me out and in your zeal for cleanliness have righteously set out to steal my books, my makeshift bed, my tent, my waiting breakfast, my lament that those without such luxury were with us only for a time within Zucatti Park. There is, however one possession that you could not steal, although I think you valued it the least of all my treasures swept away one night, but I assure you that it's real, forever yours--my gift to you, the one I value most-- my love. ~