THE TWELFTH OF NEVER




I woke up this morning in the dark and quiet, feeling that I was the only person awake in the whole of the land. I thought about how many times I had said 'I love you', and I wondered were you watching me lying there from somewhere up above, and if so, were you gazing down at me as you did when I was born? All the hundreds of thousands of times I must have told you 'I love you'. At night we used to shout to each other from our bedrooms

'nighty nighty to you!'
'nighty nighty to you too!'
'see you in the morns!'
'see you in the morns!'
'i love you'
'i love you'
'to the twelfth of never'
'twelfth of never'

And sometimes all we would have to say was 'twelfth of never' and hug and smile and feel that everything was OK.

And lying there I realised that it was exactly seven years to the day when I last would have whispered 'twelfth of never.'