i catch my breath, breathe in breathe out
spending all this time trying to figure out
should i say hi?
ask your name or just walk by
my heads a mess with thoughts and worries
my hearts no better, it's throbbing and stirring
beating harder and harder with each step i take
i glance at you and your eyes meet mine
i stare into them and i know i'll be fine
Oh, the nervousness of that first encounter - I recall it well, although it's been many years ago. It's just as bad on both sides, you know. You took me back to junior high - and that's a long trip! Nice job! Linda :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will be self-publishing a memoir about my time with my late wife, who died by suicide. I'd love to use part of your poem " Meeting You for the First Time." How can I get permission? I can send you the book so you may peruse it. Thanks, Roger