Rebecca

                 You told me
                                         how you had been
                                                                in a similar situation.

      I took that piece of information away with me
                        and considered
                                             the who, when, where...

I feel strange watching those two actors lying in bed together
                                                                                         naked
           I don't believe they have ever kissed,
He is so much older,
        She is young and a word like naive,
                                                    yet not naive,
                                               figuring things out as fast as she can.

     I wonder if she loves him.

I remember that middle of the night when I couldn't sleep so I turned to my side
and switched on the lamp to pick up my worn old second favourite copy of Rebecca
to read from where I had last left off.
                 I managed a few silent pages before you became aware of the light and
                                    put your arm around me under the dark patterned quilt.
Everything felt dark, soft and peaceful in that room,
                                                     the little bedside lamp the only point of focus.

I've turned to Rebecca in times of need,
                                           it is one of the only books I have re-read.
         I wonder if it is slipping away from me though,
                                                              as I grow older.
I don't feel the same as I did then.
              I have changed in some infinitesimal way...