what they leave you with

poems about fear, harm, need

not all families look the same

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Two years after her funeral

her lover comes to visit.

Nice little place you got here

Where can I put my bike?

He parks it in the hallway.

It's the first time you've spoken since

he pawned all of her jewellery

and moved back to his mothers.

But everything is done now

plus

things,

we all know

are only things

and people,

we all know

are…