10 years without you.
10 years since everyone else’s hero died.
10 years of waiting to see the final Star Wars film.
10 years without an Ashes win.
10 years of wondering what you’d think of the Labour Party.
10 years of wondering what you’d think of the state of the world.
10 years of losing my hair when I used to tease you about yours.
10 years of Christmas at your place.
10 years of Boxing Day visits to where you rest.
10 years of Oscar.
10 years of watching your sons become men you’d be proud of.
10 years of so much music reminding me of you.
10 years of wisteria growing in the garden.
10 years of missing you.
Remembering you.
Honouring you.
I hope you’d be proud of me.
I hope one day I’ll be extraordinary ordinary man too.
💜
