7301 U.A. Fanthrope
Learning to read you, twenty years ago.
Over the pub lunch cheese-and-onion rolls.
The rest of our lives, the rest of our lives
Doing perfectly ordinary things together - riding
In buses, walking in Sainsbury's, sitting
In pubs eating cheese-and-onion rolls.
All those tomorrows. Now twenty years after.
We've had seventy-three hundred of them, and
(If your arithmatic's is right, and our luck) we may
Fairly reckon on seventy-three hundred more.
I hold them crammed in my arms, colossal crops
Of shining tomorrows that may never happen,
But may they! Still learning to read you,
To hear what it is you're saying, to master the code.