I’ll pack in my youth, like Dorian Gray.

I’ll slip in a Bounty, well four if I may.

The scents of patchouli, pine needle too.

Wheels over gravel, twigs snapped with my shoe.

Aromas of coffee and freshly baked bread.

My goose feather duvet, asleep on my bed.

A brandy and ginger, Martini with twist.

My first Timex timepiece adorning my wrist.

The timeless “I love you”s, the ones I heard back.

My favourite ****** that cover my crack.

My warm winter jacket, my favourite hat.

My 30 inch waist, yes, plenty of that.

But most of all friendship, and family ties.

And love by the ocean.

And happy goodbyes.