I just remembered that time at the market

you snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart

and rolled down Aisle 5.

You looked behind you to smile back at me.

Crashed into a rack full of magazines.

They asked us if we could leave.



I can't remember what went wrong last September

though I'm sure you'd remind me if you had to.



Our love was comfortable and

so broken in.



I sleep with this new girl I'm still getting used to.

My friends all approve, say: