Return to We Met (poetry)

Ahh yes, we met;
You soaking wet
From the rain.
Dry and inside
We collide.
Made me sane.

"Doors" I said
Not referring to the dead,
But the thing that swings.
"Doors?" you kind of giggled
Then nodded, then wiggled
Your finger rings.

We talked for hours
Lost in tiny towers.
Certain to pursue
Uncertain to advance
We took a chance
And, damn. The time flew.

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