What I remember about my ex-husband

I remember you sitting in your armchair in our flat, legs crossed, reading.

A long embrace in the sitting room on a rainy April day, I lifted my foot up in contentedness.

A moment in the kitchen, amongst me cooking, a giggle.

Your breaktime from work for a banana and a short chat.

I remember timing you going to the bakery opposite, see how fast you could do it.

I remember you looking at me through your glasses over your beard.

I remember you standing at the window looking out in your tracksuit bottoms. You looked beautiful.

I remember how I loved our home.

I feel sad these days, but peaceful in my heart. Im beginning to remember and be grateful for what we had and how much more myself I am now in an adult world.