This is only the beginning.

Me in my jumper by the fire,
reading books we wrote together
and remembering why we thought
it was funny to add that word
in that sentence.

You in the summer with the sunflowers,
your hair the same colour as the petals,
laughing because it's warm and we're happy
and there isn't much reason not to.

Me in the autumn,
raking up the leaves in the garden 
and collecting a few to press so we can
varnish them and hang them from the Christmas tree.

Us in the spring, making salad to eat
outdoors for dinner because finally,
the weather is pleasant and I am your friend
and together,

there isn't really a lot we can't do. 

The End

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