Physics

Do you remember our first date

And our first kiss?

When the bus jolted

My cheek smacked your lips

Your nose stabbed my eye

And so we broke the ice

Do you remember the days

Filled with laughter?

Our hearts free and happy

Many afternoons

Of tea and crumpet

The ice melted

Do you remember the dream we had

And realised?

We had frowned forever

Now smiles of joy

Imprint our lives

Melted ice, now a pool of hot water

Do you remember we loved

In defiance?

Snarled at the world

Affronted by the rules

Bewildered by the sun

Pool of hot water sizzles to steam

And now we’re so far gone

No backward glance

Like a helium balloon

You go up

I go up

The steam rises.

January Calls

Ah, January, I see you’ve brought me some ice. Please leave it by the door. I don’t mean to be rude but when you come around, you bring me down. Your clothes are drab, your demeanour cold and your jokes for all things winter, are getting old. I know you have to visit and I don’t exactly give you a warm welcome but it’s the same on your side of the fence. There’s no love lost, is there?

Still, you do make me smile sometimes, with your tales of Christmas Past and your Very Best Wishes for the New Year. You quite respect those who brave another of your fierce tempers and make it through to warmer times. I see that, as you go, you leave me with some hope for longer days and brighter mornings and the promise of the sun on my face. So thank you January, you are kinder than I thought. Ah, I see I have another guest. Can you say hello to February on your way out?

Ah, February, I see you’ve brought me some ice…