His belongings sat in the hall
Close to the door
Everything fitted snugly into his boxes
Expensive black and chrome gear
Up to date PC and state of the art sculpture
His coffee grinder and her toaster
Her belongings strewn around the bedroom
Some in boxes, some in bags
Bits and pieces, memories he’d called junk
Things they’d collected on the beach
Heaps of clothes bought to impress
Slowly wrapping mugs in paper
She stared at a crossword he’d completed
The cat softly rubbed against her leg
Her cat now, she started to cry
With a tea towel she dried her face
And carefully avoided a swollen black eye