Do you remember
sitting on a sofa, rocking your computer with our feet,
to keep the DVD running,
so we could watch
of Twin Peaks
wrapped in a blanket,
a shared blanket,
leaning on each other
in a 14th century attic?
My laptop today
developed the same palsied shakes
and I’ve had to tap it to watch my DVD.
But it’s not a programme I’ve ever shared with you
and I don’t have any Chartreuse
and I can’t feel your hair beneath my hand.