Bright Star

Love’s not bright and constant

but only cheese on toast;

a little glance,

returning nod,

a cup of tea, a smile, a nudge

 

and sometimes, like a closing door,

it needs a push before it turns and groans

and opens to the garden.

 

Another thing:

the gaps

 

between the cheese, the tea, the toast and sunny laughter

- they also matter -

 

because it’s there, right there, that you remember to remember.

And do, indeed, remember.