Finale Of Precious Things Poem by Raj Dronamraju

No dilly in your dally
All waste in your wastage
Purse is full of parking tickets and kleenex
I want to hold you close once again

Another lifetime ago, things that seem inconsequential now were so important to us
And these fancy concerns should be sold on a card table with an old coffeemaker and a pair of bowling shoes on a Sunday morning
And we'll take the first offer

No should have in your shooting star
All room in your rhumba
Cell phone memory has too many stored photos
I want to hold you close once again

We're moving out now with Hard Nut Harry and the rest of his construction crew
Watching them tear down an edifice that no longer functions as covering for the two of us
I don't need such a high roof and you don't need such a claustrophobic space

Precious no longer, devalued is us saying that was our life back then
And this is the end of priceless possessions
Now we do not invest more than one minute before the close of market
And the house of love rattles on on a daily basis just the same