I still remember

I caught your eye, but you had caught mine long before, from the first moment my eyes met yours and my cheeks flushed. It was one of those intense attractions that would never be acted on, though sometimes the desire seemed able to drive me to do things I would not normally

We worked together
You were married
Or I was too young
Or you were too old

Walked by
Fragranced by

I still hung on every word
Every time alone in that private public space
no one heard
I wanted it all

I’m old enough now.

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