Hey, so yeah, this is my room.

And this is the box on my shelf where I keep all your stuff.

You know, photos, socks, hair clips.

Little notes I wrote to myself,

or to you,

or the ones you wrote to me.

Brochures, maps and introductions to the places we’ve been and

things we’ve seen.

Receipts from restaurants we ate in and

nitbits we bought for one another,

a keyring,

two undeveloped films

and a pair of tights.


It’s all there, basically.


Tom Bowers