Love’s not bright and constant
but only cheese on toast;
a little glance,
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.
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.