Wednesday, August 5, 2009

He carried the shopping bags and she carried them both

I am keeping every scrap of paper, every text, every memory of your face,  your name.
I am hoarding away every miniscule scrap of you that I can gather, 
cos you might not be here in the morning


and don't you dare buy a friggin' suitcase...

ifyoucouldreadthetextsikeep,youdbelookingatmeaalittledifferently,alittleweirderalittlewider

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