Outside the Gas Station III

I loved it without doubt

my tiny little sprout, but--

it always grew:

to my knees then my chest

then my head then the rest.

I emptied my garage of its things,

a toolbox, some rings...all from years

and years ago, time rusted like gears

in a watch.

Still it was not enough.

Into a massive beast it grew,

right on through the roof;

up and out and over it flew,

and left me without proof.

I will not forget, or forfeit

those memories tender,

for they render me helpless--

like a tiny ball of fur and feather

left to weather the world alone

till you come and pick me up.  

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yes. Any chance you can put em all together and send it to me so I can read em as one?