Well I Lost
everything you gave me— the pen in Dublin at the Post Office, your letter back in London, your address in Philadelphia.
You poor bastard, you'll never hear from me again.
Ronald H. Bayes
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everything you gave me— the pen in Dublin at the Post Office, your letter back in London, your address in Philadelphia.
You poor bastard, you'll never hear from me again.
The speaker tallies what has slipped away: a pen given in Dublin, a letter received in London, an address in Philadelphia. These are not dramatic losses—just small, specific objects that carry a relationship’s history.
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