By Leah Taylor
Almost a year spent in love
remembered fondly in coloured vignettes.
The first time I kissed you in a Dublin bar
to the first time I wore your kisses to work,
when you watched me cry as I turned 22
and you did the dishes while my stomach churned,
to the first time I saw you and I knew you saw me,
looking at the muse and the muse looking back.
Let there be a forever of first times
and let there never be a last time
in our long stretch of love.
The Jumble 