Hey, so yeah this is my room and thats the box on my shelf where I keep all her stuff.
You know photos, notes, train tickets,
ear rings, socks, hair clips.
Little notes I wrote to myself,
or her,
or her ones that she wrote for me.
Brochures magazine clippings and introductions to
the places we've been and
the things we've seen.
Receipts from restaurants we ate at and
nitbits we bought for one another
a keyring
two undeveloped films,
and a pair of tights.
It's all in there basically.
(started this off as a two word sentence, it kind of kept growing)
