snow storms
never came
when we held
each other

bright days
were seldom
and mostly
weekdays

at lunchtime
sometimes
when the fog lifted
we’d venture out
unwrap the foil

and eat the soft
tuna and sweetcorn
sandwiches

it’s funny
how a ball of tightly
scrunched aluminium
can trigger tears

how the spring
now doesn’t bring
that soft unfurling
it once did