I whisper dreams into you
I whisper life into you

I am your hot water bottle
I am your kitten
I am your wife, your man, your mother

Your father writing a letter he never sent

Your brother chasing down lighthouses

Across a cliff in thrall to bitter wind

I write your story

Get a lot of it wrong

But mostly exactly right

I am holding your hand

In bed,

In the passenger seat of a battered old car

In the cold, a city street

The rain, a country cottage

The sunlight, early morning

The beach, somewhere quiet.