You know who you are.

A few years on

I am simultaneously with and without
the possibility of you here, such is the nature
of mobile phone technology and our relationship

now. Despite all the time we spent touching all
we have to show is the indelible mark of birthdays
on the years. Perhaps I'll need you for memories

of my mother. I'll parade you in front of my children,
along with all the others, and there you'll be: an engineer
among cinema-goers, a cyclist among dancers, a doctor

among doctors and you'll say her hair was the colour of blood
oranges; she was all at once breathtaking, never scrimped
on wine and she cooked the meanest Tarte Tatin I ever tasted.