Love Letter

love, and then

Dear Helen,

I wrote an epic for you

(Tuesday I think it was)

But on Wednesday morning I woke up

And I looked at it

And darling, I couldn’t face it,

Not those rhymes

So now it is quietly mouldering

At the bottom of my drawer

To be laughed at in ten years

When our oldest finds it.

In anticipation

Of seeing you

Both then and now

Laughing

I have written you

Two sonnets

Instead.

Yours ever,

J.