Just a wide spot in the road that’s sunlit, silent:
you just standing there, you illuminated,
hands jammed in your jeans.
I fixed the moment with my phone
so see it still as in a dream.
We found a gift store on a bend
and wandered through it sniffing things.
I stood beside a roaring bear stuffed years ago
and bought a pointless room spray
made from balsam fir.
It sits at home, reminds me of that place
where we just had each other and were free,
where London did not call
and it was you and it was me.