A poem.
A poem I wrote in that romantic poetry class where we first met. Met? Noticed each other. It reminds me of him. Reminds me of the first thought I had when I saw him across the room - "I want to know him." And how I was never brave enough to go sit next to him at the front of the room.
Speckled light through green
sets upon my dreams
there I below and
he above we stood
waiting out the day
The river full and
cold, sat there between
the mountain and our
path, calling out to
me waiting below.
No fear or worry
edged into my mind
just peaceful wanting.
So there I did sit
looking for what could
come, in that shade of
speckled light through green.
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