when Betty called him Al

Although Paul Simon’s song

was just about to play

We closed the door behind

our backs – and walked away

into the drizzly rain.

Perhaps it was right then

that I could cease to look

for reasons that would justify

my presence in your life,

and just be there instead.

Perhaps it was right then

that I could find in you,

My friend, my long-lost pal,

as Al can call her Betty

and Betty calls him Al.

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Seeking

Your hands, they tremble

Your hands, they fumble

Your hands, they sense

Your hands feel tense

 

My hands assist

My hands insist

My hands, they bustle

My hands, they rustle

 

Our hands, they seek

Our hands, they sneak

Our hands, they flit

Our hands don’t quit

 

At last!, I moan

Good God, you groan,

We sigh at ease

We found your keys.

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