It wasn’t perfect
We were on top of each other
Like jenga
It sometimes came crashing down
Your single bed
With springs digging into my back
Uncomfortable and narrow,
But it pushed me closer into your arms
That small space, too small for two
Became ours
We found solace in our joint isolation
Our own glimpse into a potential future
We didn’t want to break that spell by speaking about how right it felt
I didn’t realise at the time,
but I was utterly content
Photography courtesy of Isabel Armitage
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