Long short walks down Muffit lane
Hiding pennies in the wall
Will they be there still when we next come back?

Those paper aeroplanes I still can’t make

Things seemed easy then but
I was younger and didn’t know
Stood on the step, smoking
Thinking, looking out at the garden

While I sat at the table inside
Counting pennies
And laughed when I said something to make fun of you
And turned it back on me
But kindly

Last time I saw you
I’d been told you were leaving
And you knew
You gave me your last bacon sandwhich, and said
“Don’t forget where you got that”
I was given a pair of your reading glasses
To remember you by

The walls have forgotten
Your penny game

But I still haven’t.