We pack ourselves
into 8 cubic metres
of boxes —
firstly books
then food to eat
and clothes to wear
while reading the books.
When Lou died
(moved far away)
he had everything
that was his alone
in one small biscuit tin.
We agree we could
go like that,
small tin in one hand,
the other waving goodbye.
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