Remember the waves on Kolka beach?
Frothy sparks of cold sea claws,
Your favourite place shared
with a stranger.
Morning sun bringing lazy intimacy.

Remember the fire at your mother’s?
You desperately wanted to start a flame,
And success as kindling flared into
a night’s dreaming.
Later only smouldering ash remained.

Remember the distant low rumble
of trains, from your bedroom window?
Now a diesel engine pulls me away,
Further from you.
Across one thousand miles of continent.