On picking the right accessories for dropping my daughter off at college

This is the purse I bought
to take to New York
something small
with a long strap
something I could pull
over my shoulder
and wear like a sash. 
As though I was going 
to walk down Broadway, 
arms open wide,
accepting flowers. 
Something compact for 
the essentials: lip balm, pen
and paper, an ID.  

Though now that I think
about it, half
my identification 
stayed behind, the final
embrace, after she turned 
to go, stayed empty
and cold for a long time.  


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