Hallowe’en 1987
the tartan flash of your scarf as you appeared at the top of the platform at Euston
the beam of your smile as you ran towards me
hurtling a trolley to scoop up all my worldy possessions
crammed in cardboard boxes
the look of sheer delight across your face as you held my face
and we kissed
a long deep kiss
and a warm knowing glow hummed between us
as we took the first steps to setting up home together
sharing the weight of the wobbly trolley
up the sloping platform.
Fiona Thomson (age 58) Margate
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "day thirteen" (3)
Dedicated to Sheila today always close and ever in my heart
That’s beautiful..optimistic love shines out from the lines!
Oh, I feel like I’m there. I can see the whole thing play out. Can even feel a tingle of excitement in my belly. So well described.