Other Loves

One Night

We danced later than we meant to,

High on walks and wine and what-ifs,

Magic and mischief glinting in your eyes

While the candlelight flickered low

And I played the old, familiar tunes.

'I hold on to your whole body,' we sung,

Crying hard with laughter,

Each move you make one more

Familiar tender press and comfort.

And, secretly, we both shed real tears

For those simple, ordinary things,

Stolen from us - once upon a time -

In a green field in the spring sunshine.

For H., 14th February, 2024