The wind was whipping my hair in face
as I prepared for your embrace
that cold bitter afternoon
We haven't talked for quite a while
yet I was quick to smile
when you said anything at all
How will today go?
I do not know
and it troubles me
Will you scream and shout
word pouring out of your mouth
angry at me?
Or will you simply ignore
for to you I am a bore
and just let me be?
As i worry so
you'll be happy to know
how i felt when you simply said hi
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