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7 February 2017
Dear Filing Cabinet
A bit battered in places, the paint wearing off.
You are two, looking like one, side by side
so closely touching there is no separation.
This half belonged to me, that was Andrew's,
used in our own offices in every home we had
until after he died, and what was his became mine.
So I placed you together. You always matched.
And yet the contents are different now, re-arranged.
I made the occasion a big chucking-out
of obsolete bills, and receipts that even the tax man
no longer wants. Detritus of a lived life.
I spread myself, my records, over the whole space.
Some of it still isn't filled, all these years later.
There are gaps. And there are secrets. Old poems
written in code, by a man I loved before.
I'm linking this to the Tuesday Platform for 7 Feb. 2017 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'