Whiteout

To Karina

Behind the snow, more snow piling down

Me, in my kitchen, standing at the window

I'm waiting for something to be delivered

In a big lorry, on a day like this – ridiculous

And so the day has been gifted to me

Snow is something to share – smooth

Like felt, the Christmas lights, the crisp air

I walk to the shops thinking of you

There's only one kind of butter you will eat

‘It's the old people I feel sorry for’

You would love this. I miss you so much

Too much loss and behind, another loss

Drifting from the sky. Waiting to come down

There's only one kind of butter you will eat

And only one kind of bread. I love you