That first raindrop
On the cobbled road
That first ice-cream
By the harbour wall
And so begins, or so began
The dripping-tap approach
To persuade someone
To let you share their bed
The sunshine arriving
As with a certainty of triumph
Or should it be
The beginning of the loss
No amount of French Cafés
Or London streets would suffice
Once the black dog was on its heels
The time has come to rethink or retreat
In between the in between
The unexpected drops of rain
Spots of sunlight though still flashing
A life to grasp, and how, yet how
Quiet now, quieter than before
Quietness which envelopes
The envelopes that I bought
To post my noteworthy letters
