You spot me as I’m crossing the road. There is an exaggerated gesture to your telephone, an eye roll, a grin. You use your right finger to point to your wedding ring, then bring it to your lips, shhh.
I stop but you flap your hand to say don’t, keep walking. I do. You pull my shoulder into your chest and rest your mouth on my head. You do not kiss it.
Bye darling yes, bye, yes, love to the boys.
You turn me, pulling me sharply, tightly, closer into you. I love you and you love us both.