“She made my heart smile” is how I choose to explain how I remember Alison, who has a chapter in my life that could have been written with ink from a joyous pen or a cursor chased by Pushkins paw.
With small talk and stray cats we made it through to the snowman. Then onward to a dark squirrel who said hello and waved goodbye in a lovely New York.
And so now we’re strangers but still with the bond that we once knew. And I shall say that my heart is still smiling as I remember long ago kissing her at daybreak on Waterloo bridge.