Meet me where we met
and I'll introduce myself once more
so maybe you'll be flattered by my nervousness
and see me again for the first time.
When we still had fresh eyes to see with,
we searched ourselves for our best sides
and revelled in the mystery
of earning one another's laughter.
Over time we saw each other's truths,
and you saw me as scattered socks
and I saw you as morning blow driers
buzzing from behind a door.
As the years added up like trophies,
you saw me as a challenge
and I saw you as a puzzle,
and we've struggled more often to solve each other.
So meet me where we met
back through all these smokey years that drift
but sometimes swirl back together,
and I'll try to find your laughter again tonight.
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