Second Hand Store ©2006 Richard March Searching the second hand store Sizing the weathered and worn Skipping the tattered and torn Turns in the mirror to tell Making the sale by herself Blind to the signs seen so well Here with the once used, hanging around Even the slightest sparkle resounds Sometimes it works out, love comes across Sometimes you go home wishing you lost it Went ahead and tossed it Left it there on the shelf Trusting the first feelings felt Finally a friend to yourself Down on his knees in the dust Searching for lost wanderlust Between the diamonds and rust Flips through his feelings with sound Music to silence the hounds Digging and dragging him down Slipping a sleeve off, touching her skin What would it be like just to give in Fingers are needles deep in her grooves Skipping and popping, she's had some hard dues But if he really wants to They could dance