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