For the last day of #NaPoWriMo.
Painting by Caravaggio detail
A baby hand clutching my finger,
A kitten opening blue eyes,
Kingcups on the riverbank
When the spring floods ebb,
Petals unfurling in flags of perfume,
A glass of wine on an evening terrace,
Your hand touching mine,
So long ago,
Making silent promises,
That only now I see you kept.