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| “Love at first sight realized”
Why do I automatically turn to him When something (good or bad) happens to me? There have been many miles and years to dim My reaction’s strength and natural tendency, But; if anything, it is stronger now than it was then. Why do I always wonder what he’d say To one of my ideas or harebrained schemes? Why do I hope to hear from him everyday? Why do memories of him run through like scenes Of my favorite fantasy or romantic play? Why can I confide my deepest fears And dreams in someone I’ve only spent One week with in person, most spent with peers? I never thought that a trip I simply went On for fun would be where I’d meet the dryer of my tears. Why do I long to see him and hold him? Mayhaps, because I fell in love with him On sight on the steps of the NYC Public Library. Why did it take so much time and pain for me to realize it? Megan Delia Ratcliff 18 August 2000 |