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Sunday at the V & A

Victoria and Albert CafeLike an archaeologist,
uncovering memories 
from 20 odd years ago,
I stroll through the V&A.

You, my first grown up love
green eyes sparkling,
taking me through the 
Asia galleries, long
hair caught in a ponytail,

me gauche and awkward
beside your elegance.
but so enthralled, to be here
part of this magic circle.

Do you remember brunch
under the chandeliers
that Sunday, the pianist smiling
at us as we laughed and laughed,
although tomorrow you were off.

My tears on hold 
because you were happy and
this was merely a 
memory in the making
for you, 

and it would not do
to be seen to be taking
this all too seriously.
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  1. October 20, 2013 at 9:42 pm | #1

    Just lovely, Beth. Especially love “My tears on hold because you were happy and this was merely a memory on the making for you.” Thank you.

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