Oh how well I remember
the butterflies, the excitement
driving to your house,
to spend some time with you
get to know you better,
that fall morning
fifteen years ago
Reading the directions,
not wanting to get lost
Happy for the time together
quiet, chatting with you
A fluster of commotion
so soon to arrive;
but now a bit of peace
A few hours not enough time
asking you for a date,
but other plans
for the moment;
So we’ll have to wait,
but not too long.
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edited July 14, 2019
First Contact – v2
October 2, 2007 1:49pm
First Contact
about the 1st time I came over
to Ruth’s house, our home now
10/2/2004
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