I know you don’t do favours.
You don’t do much at all.
Wait for you, on the steps.
I didn’t expect to fall.
Into my life and out again, all without a care.
Dropped me off, now I’m here alone, though you’re standing right there.
Don’t need to hear the words that were said.
Don’t need to be reminded of the time and place
I first saw your face.
Do you ever dream? I do.
I dream of you and all the things we could do.

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