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<\/a>Boxes packed, the vans booked,<\/em><\/p>\n Exchanging soon and these,<\/em><\/p>\n These are the last things<\/em><\/p>\n From my garden cooking.<\/em><\/p>\n Courgettes from the summer<\/em><\/p>\n That we shared sitting<\/em><\/p>\n Talking until late.<\/em><\/p>\n Until really it was much too late<\/em><\/p>\n For either of us to pretend,<\/em><\/p>\n Or for you to go home again.<\/em><\/p>\n This was my best Summer.<\/em><\/p>\n The summer of you and your dogs.<\/em><\/p>\n And your nose. And your voice.<\/em><\/p>\n And your hair. And your bent toes.<\/em><\/p>\n And just you, really. Just you.<\/em><\/p>\n And now I don\u2019t have any of those things<\/em><\/p>\n With me almost every day.<\/em><\/p>\n Now I never know if, when I see you<\/em><\/p>\n In the street you\u2019ll say hello or turn away;<\/em><\/p>\n It\u2019s not just that it hurts me.<\/em><\/p>\n Not just that I don\u2019t think<\/em><\/p>\n I deserved that. I make excuses for it<\/em><\/p>\n To my friends. It\u2019s the way you are.<\/em><\/p>\n The way I was. <\/em><\/p>\n You\u2019ve been through a lot, y<\/em>ou know? <\/em><\/p>\n And yes, of course\u00a0<\/em>I talk about it. <\/em><\/p>\n It hurts so much too much n<\/em>ot to <\/em><\/p>\n And I find that if I don\u2019t then I cry.<\/em><\/p>\n But often, much more often than men a<\/em>re supposed to,<\/em><\/p>\n Alone in what will not be m<\/em>y house, <\/em><\/p>\n I cry anyway, for losing you.<\/em><\/p>\n In the kitchen, mostly.<\/em><\/p>\n Near the place between the oven and the fridge<\/em><\/p>\n Where you told me that you loved me.<\/em><\/p>\n So these, these are the last things.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n No, I’m fine, I’m fine. Honest.<\/p>\n\u00a0(c) Carl Bennett 2014<\/strong><\/h6>\n