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.