In the Trash

It lay atop a garbage can, A pillow, brightly red, Which showed a beat who held a heart And this is what it said: “I love you,” stitched in bold white print. It stopped me in my tracks; For in someone’s relationship, There must have been some cracks. Who tosses out a gift of love Unless affection’s gone? A fling upon a trash heap means It’s time now to move on. That pillow, looking so forlorn, Once graced a couch or bed But now it calls attention To the what-once-was instead.