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

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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