Pulling it together.

We streamed through the years.
We pulled together the strings and tied them in a bow.
The memory box.
We came together.
We pulled mattresses together.
We made a bed to lie in.
We lay.
We watched the night lights play in the eaves.
And we felt the lorries rumble by.
We held each other.
We talked.
And then when the morning came we ate enough for three.
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