NEARLY

Tiny Winter Poem number 3, prompted by Beth Kempton. Written in just a few minutes. The word today is:

NEARLY

The recurring nightmare of my nearly,

Reminds me of how lucky I was to find you on my path.

Behind that door,

That day.

Your eyes,

My eyes.

My blue dress.

Your box of coloured pencils put to such improbable use!

The flutter, the immediate knowing.

Thirty-seven years later,

You remain my Valentine.

I love you.