The first time you said,

“I love you,”

We were lying on the beach,

Fully clothed.

Only known each other

A couple of weeks.

Both just eighteen.

You came to visit

On my family holiday.

Your mate fumed in his car

While we stole

A couple of hours

In the evening.

My mother fumed

Back in the caravan

With my friend

Who took it all in her stride.

As we hugged each other,

You said,

“I really love you.”

A huge orange moon

Began to slowly rise

Up from the sea.

Pure magic.

Neither of us

Had ever seen such a sight.

Not even sure what it was

For a while.

So many years ago now,

But memories

Such as this

Last a lifetime.