How long did Colin wear your shoes
How many miles walked, balls kicked, goals scored
In your shoes?
The soles came off before he gave them up.

Who got your bike, new that Christmas?
Did they ride it for days, up and down their street
Or hardly at all
Because it was always yours?

She keeps the keychains I gave to you,
A new one each time I travelled for business,
Far from you.
Which now holds the key to her car?

They wear it on their jerseys, on their sleeves
hundreds of boys and girls, up and down the pitch,
Wear your name.
They dream, they play, they rejoice.

Mack, forever in my heart,
Your laugh your joy, my son,
I carry you on my flesh,
Tattooed, upper arm, left.

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