original poems by john allen

The Crush

I saw you today for
the first time in weeks.
Such a casual encounter,
yet my heart was racing
and my tongue felt clumsy.
Could you tell how I felt?
Was that smile one of welcome
or one of derision?
God, how I wish I knew.


© John Allen March, 2005

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