The clarity.
Of you, me, us.
When she lunged at me
I sat anaesthetised.
I'd been waiting for this
From winter I'd waited quietly.
March 1 2003/The first autumn night.
Momentously marked by hail storm and rain.
I shunned mascara-heavy outings -
It was us, laughable Saturday night movies, Plantagenet C.S 1997 (your choice, I dislike names), simple enough.
We had a couple of good nights.
When the snare to wander off(around) fell flat at Kookoo,
I trotted naturally back.
I smiled, then you did.
If I could have translated the silence
I would probably have cried.
If my lack of response baffled you
It's only that I was split squarely into two.
I slept like a baby.
I remember that you'd sandwiched my palm between your cheek and the bed.
Then I was asleep, then you.