If you and I should meet

after so many years

would we recognise each other? –

me with my grey hairs


you surely no longer

the electric shock you were

when we first met, when we first touched

and everywhere


we went the world

suddenly seemed to be

switched on, as we were, deep inside,

to possibility


while we were really on a journey

which could only end one way

both being too young to understand

how day by bloody day


love changes from a feeling

to a decision to be made

and that it’s hard and dangerous

and that we’d be afraid


and too pure and too stupid

to let the bright past go

and build the kind of happiness

it takes heartbreak to know.

Published in HQ 50