Some of the things which first attracted me to you

now irritate me beyond belief.

Even your everyday kindness to those needing your help.

I think, that’s how you are with everyone except me.


And you see so quickly through everything I say,

knowing my craft so well it weighs you down.

Is this what happens when people stay together too long?


Yet the longing hasn’t gone away,

to be who we could have been. Who we could still be?

And sometimes, when I watch you, in our grey age,

there’s this huge tenderness, although I can’t


find words or deeds which might express some part

of what’s also a loneliness which knows

the worth of what we fail to live. Our love.

Published under title Love Sonnet in Love is in the Air Forward Poetry anthology, Feb 2014