Remembering Trev

It will be scrolling through a music site and seeing

Peggy Lee, one of your great loves, thinking I could

record for you – how easy for a second to forget;

finding that page of saved rude cinema posters

never sent, or coming across your imaginary ribald CV

and then the one composed for me as if written by the

Marquis de Sade: trying to provide a twin credibility

at an early age of looking up to your darker but not yet

so darkened side. I have re-read the few emails I kept,

wishing they all were there amongst the greater amount

of trivia - messages across such increasing gaps of time

in my being unaware. And today, in the TSO carriage-

cafe drinking coffee, I am struck by the significance of

trains, and the  love of them ending your pains.