cooking in a dim red light
I wore my white dungarees

you sat at the varnished table 
not totally at ease

you came and stood behind me
said my back looked lovely

in the light

I was glad you were there
easy to see we both still cared

the months had been wrong without you
I always did think too much about you

I remember
it was a long time coming, that November
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