You brought the news: and from your bag
Withdrew your purse, and counted out
The doubts, the change, the empties.
Fingers rolled the butt-ends, pensive
Of what once gave them fire.
When there’s nothing to go around, you share it out,
And share glances too.
You brought tears, captured not unlovingly,
Brought dice and tarot cards bundled
In silk and knotted tight like a stomach.
You brought a downcast kiss. You brought
Some “unused holiday-back” from work in a pouch
Of Amber Leaf and helped me roll
A rod for myself.
These gifts, we share them too. But keep
On bringing me your satchel of more ordinary,
Overlooked oddments: for you bring me
White-grey mornings, fresh; and ruby dusks.
You bring a roll-out home wherever I go
To rest with you. You bring me cups
Of warmth, vials of touch, mugs of hugs;
Armfuls of affection, and yes, a headful
Of dizzy delight. You bring me sleep,
Bracelets of held hands,
Necklaces of kisses. You bring me
Silver, moonlit somethings. So please,
If all else fails and nothing else can do
Bring this, your sweet self, to me.
For Blair. Keep your beautiful, wonderful, precious head high. I look forward to sharing everything and nothing with you, still, from here on in.