Bucket Of Memories

There's a bucket of memories

lodged in-between a neck rest cushion,

and an old pair of sandals,

in the boot of my car,

redundant from Prestatyn,

september 2012

She'd held it as if diamonds,

not sand,

were its bounty.

I held her the same way,

tightly against the biting,

barren breeze

watching lovers,

red-faced,

scurry past,

mouse-like,

in search of shelter