When I first met you
I noticed your smile
Was the sky after a storm
And looking into your eyes
Was waking up from a deep sleep
And forgetting all
That I had dreamt before
When I first knew you
We were awkward and clumsy
And you were a question
I was trying to think of the right words
To ask
When you became familiar
You were the sofa
A piece of furniture eating at the table
The car driving itself to my parent’s house
Its driver barely a sentient being
I was contented
And now you are the smile
The question
And the furniture
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