We went shopping for an iron
that day, and bought a ring.
Two lost souls,
looking at each other eye to eye,
rubbing noses together.
Blankets and a kitchen,
cars with high mileage now,
and yet, she still rubs my back,
and I melt.
I give her treasure from the deep blue sea.
She rubs her fingers through my hair,
and blinds me – with herself,
I run into walls just looking at her.
30 years later the store is still there,
And we are still rubbing noses together.
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