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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