It turns out that true love
is looking up at the stars
at five in the morning
and admiring how the steam
of your dragon breath resembles
the wisp of cloud as it whispers
over their stunning brilliance.
Not because you are
on some romantic stroll
or all night party caper
but because you’ve searched
the house for Steeljaw,
a small piece of bright blue plastic
who turns from a car into a robot,
only to be told he’s in the car
and that no, your two year old
cannot wait till daylight,
not when his favourite is lost
out there in the cold and the dark.
As you zap the car closed again,
you shiver with the thought
of how it would be if you were not there
to transform his face into a smile
that eats up all the stars in the sky.