He was an absolutely avid collector
of the lost toys of his childhood he remembered.
Filling his cupboard and attic with his finds.
She was a teacher who loved to impart
the songs of the Beatles she knew by heart.
Singing lustily in traffic jams to pass her time.
He was smitten by her singing,
She adored the fact he was a nostalgia geek.
But though they passed on the stairs each day at work,
neither ever found the nerve to catch the others eye and speak.
I love this poem.
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Thanks mate it’s about me and the wife but what if we never spoke to each other and got together if that makes sense 😀
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Yeah I get you. It’s beautiful.
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