After over 40 years of marriage and making a beautiful life together, my Nan sadly lost her beloved husband – our Grandad – earlier this year. They were a total power couple, the butter to each other’s bread, and it has been really hard to see my Nan now attempting to adjust to life without him. She is a strong woman, but those moments of weakness creep up on her, and cruelly I think she occasionally forgets he’s no longer here, as her habits of doing things in ‘his and hers’ fashion are so ingrained. I was there recently when she set about making a pot of tea for two, and saw the moment of realisation hit her, when she realised it was just tea for one, and she was alone. This poem describes what I imagine she must go through when this occurs.