Litter

At Derby station

on the pavement where you stood

I leave your shoes.

At Sheffield

in the café where you sat

I leave the orange scarf.

On the Liverpool ferry

I leave your overcoat

by the freezing rail

where you pointed out

Hope Street.

On Hope Street

at the traffic lights

between the two cathedrals,

I leave your photograph.

On the platform

at Euston, your suitcase

with green tags.

At the front door

I leave grieving.

Coming in, I say your name.

Saying your name, I bring you home.