Seals waving at us in Blakeney,
Hugging you and watching the millennium arrive,
In a blaze of fireworks and kisses…
Wrecked car stereo, walking round UEA with you,
Holding hands in Castle Mall…
Early morning fog, freezing house but warm hugs,
Is there anyone under 80 in Cringleford?
Then we went to get your Mum a card, running through the rain,
It was the first time we’d been ‘together’ in public,
You blushed happy when you hugged me…
Waiting for the documents to arrive,
Did any of this even happen?
And if it did,
When I sign them, will it all disappear?