
When the flowers crinkled…
At the mere sight of you,
I swallowed hard…
Hoping you’d not think it’s a fluke.
At the instance of your touch,
I held back my tears…
As if to swallow my own pain.
At the sight of your glare,
I closed my eyes…
Hoping you'd caught on to the clue.
At the twist of your heels,
I opened my eyes wide…
As if to accept your total ignorance.

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