Ugly bits

I have come to

Value the

Awkwardness of mistaken

Intention. The

Grimace between smiles. Our

Friendships have

Endured drunken

Declarations of love. Tears

Too, unpaid rent, highs,

Lows. Love resides

Not in glittering

Moments but in

Sodden pyjama trousers

Trekking to the off-licence for

Another bottle. Weaving

Through the

Underground on our way to the

Theatre. Holding each

Other by the hand.

Burnt toast, bloodshot

Eyes. Affection.