I’ve just finished shelling
the last of the walnuts
that we bought on that day trip
at the end of last year.
Twisting the knife like the bike shop owner
who grew them in his garden,
I thought about the things
that I couldn’t do
before I met you
and all the things I can do now,
whether you were anything to do with them or not.
The poignancy was slightly spoiled because
I also shelled some walnuts from the Polish supermarket
that are bigger and nicer.