I remember from another year
how my old joy might seem
foreign to me
Might clash on my ears
the tone bright and
far too loud
It might have been too long
too much time too full
of a gap to step over
so I fix my hair
in the mirror in the hallway
with those first date heartbeats
hoping that you’ll still find me
attractive hoping that
I still like you hoping
that you won’t hug me closely,
not yet
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