A SUITCASE FULL OF OLD LOVE LETTERS
And photographs, the four-strips taken
We look like someone else's children.
There are better ways to end than badly.
Almost, that is. Almost all love letters
and almost full.
drunkenly in machines outside the tube.
You with a cigarette, giving me that look;
us kissing, me swearing.
That's what I learned
from the days when I used to smoke.
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