More or less completed dressing
after a nice encounter on the sofa
we watch each other
looking for the thing
that used to make us smile.
I can’t see the love no more.
More or less the same
as we were before but in another mood
we take eachother’s hand,
walking on slowly.
We move on until we stand
where we so often stood yet we don’t see,
we must keep looking
and find a replacement
for the freaking blown fuse
in the meter cupboard.


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