second chance at love.
His toothache shortened our
visit one enchanted evening.
I procured and housed two cloves
in an empty metal
The note inside - In case you get a
toothache. Thanks for filling my cavity.
Our meetings became infrequent
and now have ceased.
The tin, meant for him, remains.
An aromatic reminder of love & kindness
I wanted to share, if we'd gotten it
right, the second time around.
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