EnvelopedEnvelopedI still carry your kiss Within my palmThe only evidence You've ever existedThe clothes in the wardrobeCould very well be Someone else'sJust like the carParked on our driveway;The golf sticks and fishing rodsAnd that stupid straw hat I never liked...Along with the forever muddy bootsIt could have been another manWho pretended Not to have forgottenEvery other anniversaryTulip bouquets don't wear name tagsNor do colognesBut the kiss came from youOf that I'm sure
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