January 19, 2012

My dearest,

You’d be the one to know, to say
Whether it was night or was it day?
When we first met, our first date
Before the stars aligned, the stakes
The Paul Smith links kissing each cuff
Of your sleeves, a sign from above
Your lips kept moving, your careful speech
You were as nervous as me, we each
Harboured hopes and swift fantasies
Of where this would go – “Does he fancy..?”
So young were we, so young we are
Our breaths almost touched, not so very far.

Yours, ever and always.