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
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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 :)
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