Meeting

The first senses of shyness

and excitement mix together in an odd

sort of cocktail   

You try to hide your brewing

intrigue and curiosity that come at you

like a wave

You wait for the moment to ask The

Question, the equalizer of friend or foe

As you drop your bomb the impact

affects them as well, creating a strange

mingled heap of your emotions together

And, as you walk away, you begin

to recite their name, as you try to remember

what will last, hopefully, forever