If I see you,
I think I'll run and hide,
And try to forget that I still think
Of improbable possibilities a year
After you left and you
No longer remember or know
Who it was that slid a silly poem (or two)
Who it was that you deceived with your smile and a little nod
Who it was that you do not care for
But if I see you, if I see you,
I think I'd forget to breathe
I'd turn crimson and my cheeks will burn
And perhaps croak out a hello
When will I see you?
Possibly never.
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