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September 7, 2009It was the first day
a day like no other
the first of many lasts.
The rain sang its usual song.
The wind danced its usual beat.
The same faces in different places.
I didn’t even know your name,
you just sat there unawares.
With your short skirt
and tight shirt.
Your hazel shaped eyes
and your translucent skin.
I kept looking and thinking
who was this person
lingering in my head?
I sat and wondered
who you were.
Not a day goes by
without amble memory.
It was the first day
a day like no other
the first of many lasts.
The rain sang its usual song.
The wind danced its usual beat.
The same faces in different places.
I knew your face and
saw your name.
Something tangible.
Something beautiful.
A name to a face.
The way you part your hair
to the way you bite your nails.
Something tangible.
Something beautiful.
The wrinkle in your nose
when you laugh.
The warm smile in your eyes.
The sweet demeanor in your whim.
Something tangible.
Something beautiful.
A name to a face.
