your ex-lover is dead
I wish it was a feasible conversation, asking my exes' subsequent lovers what they like about them. I'd approach it with mere curiosity, no biases, the intention for the chance to hear about this being my final parting gift. It's not a baton to pass because people aren't possessions, yet I feel like this act would be likened to dropping them off. Not abandonment where you swaddle them and put them in a box. More like whether it ended well or not, you'd both eventually have to be somewhere else. It was a road trip we were both on after someone had scooped the other once. No role beckons the same person twice. The scarf stays on.
We all came about in a dream. I like that you can forget after those. I know too then, not to think about it again.