Hash browns in the freezer
The flash of a dark blue coat
A cross-body bag, a Greggs sausage roll
Eurythmics
on the radio

A shirt I would have bought you
A perfectly ripe nectarine
The shetland theme tune, a gig you would have loved
Tin foil
over a half-eaten
can of beans

A woodpecker in the garden
Fish and chips by the sea
Car sweets in tins, supermarket cafes
Cutting onions
the way
you showed me

I could go on and on and on
But all there really is to say
Is that I thought it would be
the big things that got me
But it's all
the little bits
in between

And while it's hard
Feeling sad
A million tiny times a day
It's a comfort to know
You're so woven into things
That you're never
too far
away