I know that I’ve been cowardly,
he is rightly agitating for a visit.
When he goes to meet her,
I shall be there. I was feeling
bedraggled and careworn,
but that has passed.
I have never experienced
the heartache that has beset
others. This has all felt out
of my emotional comfort-zone.
She would probably sneer
at my cosy suburban confession,
but I care for her. I know that
he is smitten too.