Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
It started when a singer touched our hearts
An online group, a pilgrimage devout.
Two thousand miles would still keep us apart,
You shy, me young, neither had quite come out.
A year of webcams, crying in airports.
You move! We share our time, though not your place
For here’s my youth, my umbilical cord
And there go plans, and there goes our embrace.
When we found our way back, our lives were freer
Our trust regained, after a healthy wait
Then tried to buy a house, a wasted year.
It’s time, at long last, to cohabitate.
So six years on: a lease, a pen, a drawer.
I think we can commit to one year more.