Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Poem 12-20-2004

That first time, before you knew me,
When you tossed me that look, nonchalantly,
You walked right passed. I didn't think you noticed,
My wide-eyed glare - as you grimmiced.
It was never more than a moment's time,
Passing quickly, this little passion crime,
The thought was innocent enough,
I just wanted to fool around and stuff.
It's so trite to say, "I loved you then." But,
Without this moment; It's hard to see how;
I could ever be so happy, at this time, in this moment, now.

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