On his first day back,
He gingerly stepped,
Over the picket fence,
Smelt the apple pie,
Placed on the window
In the porch.
He heard her singing,
Some number from the shows.
On his second day back,
The gravitational pull weakened
And though now he could only
Look at her from a distance
He remembered how
No one on earth
Could feel the way he felt
When they had been together.
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