Odd socks.
Together we packed up our bookshelves
Nearly got stuck in the stairwell
Found an allen-key from a neighbour
So we could take ourselves apart
And our knowledge fell off the shelves
Tumbled to the floor from three flights up
Last time we did this
Betrayal bestowed
And trust fled
This time we share tea
And smile at each other lovingly
You wear my socks sometimes
But we don’t pair up these days.
Thursday, 8 October 2009
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