“You Are The Bubbles” Rachel Bright
Together, you are
the bubbles in one another’s champagne,
the morning sun through the window,
the breaking of a smile.
Together, you are
the one doughnut in the bag with more jam than any of the others,
that photo where everyone looks great,
the know-it-all-sing-out-of-tune-at-the-top-of-your-voice
chorus of a favourite song.
Together you are
the beginnings of a big idea,
the twinkly bits that hang in the sky after the firework goes bang,
the cold thin air at the top of a mountain,
the only two people in a crowded room.
Together you are
that unforgettable day of a holiday,
an accidental adventure, a chocolate chip,
pages ninety-eight to ninety-nine of a well-thumbed Mills & Boon,
a bbq with friends, the spray of the sea,
the nose of the cheese,
a hug, a kiss, a hold-my-hand,
a decision which, looking back, will seem to be
the most excellent you ever made.
Together you are
bubbles,
the unburstable bubbles of the very best things in life,
the only things any of us ever need.
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