Whilst on holiday I wrote a note to Yvonne
It was a quote from Sartre
There may be
More beautiful times
But this one is ours
She was visiting her sister in Nice
Whilst I was finishing a portrait
I was missing my wife
And the apartment
Seemed empty without her
On the evening of the twenty third
I met Yvonne at the railway station
She was wearing a yellow dress
Which I had not seen before
I was wearing the lime green shirt
That she had given me before her departure
My wife explained that her sisters baby
Had been sick over her blue cotton blouse
And she had purchased this dress
To please me as yellow is my favourite colour