We joined the dots from A to B,
From Angela to Bruce,
Then back again from B to A,
Red Roses, bow tie and Goose
The lines we drew between us two.
Traced sunny shores across the seas
Mountains, roads and cycling tracks,
All bridges burned no looking back
For the love we have no gate can stop
No barking curs, nor bolted lock
Railings ignored new roads explored
Real and meant to be, you with me
Two hearts held in such proximity,
The dots are joined forever,
A map of precious days and intimacy,
A Journey of late life love.
Angela Townsend:
14/11/2020