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When I said
I don’t think you remember me
I meant
I was the guy you walked by
The one with the pen in hand
In awe of your beauty
Your preciousness
I reacted to your voice
The giggle in your tone
You were articulate with your speech
You never said a word to me
You looked only one time
Within moments and that was it.
You were etched in my memory
Gone at the same time
Vanished
A while later I came back into your life
Different form
Different energy
I was open
I opened myself to you
Instantly from the conversation
I considered the possibility
Of us
Before the conversation ended
In some ways it has been
That time cherished and beautiful
During that time
One thing that hasn’t wavered
Is how I see you
A Beautiful Butterfly