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: