Hard work

I think you liked me first for my hard work:
For doing things on time, and legibly.
I liked your laugh, subversive, sudden, rich
With possibilities of more to come, and how.
It wasn’t industry or jokes: just love.
In time we dared to tell each other so.

And O my love, I’m still not one to shirk.
It’s just I’m finding life without you now

Uncommonly hard work.

R V Bailey