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Pack Together
Pack Together
You throw your shorts, and
toothbrush in a bag
I fold your shirts,
dust our suitcases,
rummage the kitchen
for single cutlery and plates
which have lived all these years
while the rest cracked, lost, or
broken, we find what you need but
you want nothing more.
The paperwork floods long before
the demand for our signatures,
surnames on each side at the end
and those whispers from neighbours
with the closing of home and
our hearts at the door
we agree over and over that
this is for the best, and that
Love knows no better.
You throw your shorts, and
toothbrush in a bag
I fold your shirts,
dust our suitcases,
rummage the kitchen
for single cutlery and plates
which have lived all these years
while the rest cracked, lost, or
broken, we find what you need but
you want nothing more.
The paperwork floods long before
the demand for our signatures,
surnames on each side at the end
and those whispers from neighbours
with the closing of home and
our hearts at the door
we agree over and over that
this is for the best, and that
Love knows no better.
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