Mornings, Afternoons
Each morining I see her
She makes her way past me
will this be the day
No, the moment is lost
I live these next seconds in fear
afraid to approach, to make my move
Opportunities lost, chances squandered
But why
What fear grips my senses
Never ending wonder that woman is
Still, all that can't drive me on
Won't shake the paralysis
Prevent how my heart trembles
How my stomach quakes as she draws near
Now there is pain and nausea
The afternoon comes
My apprehension grows
Soon she will gone
My fears will diminish
The chances for an us dissipate
Will today be the day
When I can wait no longer
When we will spend the time together
We used to spend apart
My fears conquered
© Copyright Peter Lugo 2002
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