Ruptured Friendships, or The High Cost of Keys by Marilyn Hacker.

I am obliged to repossess

Some nooks and crannies of my soul.

I do not think of you the less.

Tonight’s ragout would be a mess

without the red clay casserole

I am obliged to repossess.

The green chair suits my dinner dress.

The silk throw makes a pretty stole…

I do not think of you the less.

Six forks, two serving-spoons, and, yes,

A platter and a salad bowl

I am obliged to repossess.

Indeed, I say, more courtliness

Would land me quickly on the dole,

I do not think of you the less.

Malicious mischief? I confess

The quicker I forget the role

And do not think of you, the less

I am obliged to repossess.