We walked around Covent Garden, a light rain falling on the already wet pavement.
You signalled to me to walk into the new Apple Store, your beloved face upturned towards me, your red hair shining in the September light.
The young people at the door smiled at us, one elegant man came to us, and asked me: “Miss, would you and your companion like to have a demonstration of the new photo program?”
With your explosive smile you replied: “Sir, my friend cannot reply, she does not hear you, but yes, thank you, we would love to”.
And slowly I pushed your chair towards the demo area, smiling, drinking every second of our lives together: my red haired, o-so beautiful lover, in my silence.