After a time too long now to be cared about,
Dined out, walked; and not just by myself.
Conversed with eyes which smiled in glints,
Listened to breaths like a spring morning.
An old yellowed envelope in today's mail,
Yesterday's movie tickets, cafe cheque,
That newspaper rose with your lipstick kiss,
"I love paper flowers, how did you know!?"
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