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This morning I woke to a memory- We were approaching each other Walking down the hall in our Old high school- I was nervous Because it was a tenuous time And I never knew where I stood With you. I couldnít decide if I should cross The line to say you name And paralyzed by my insecurity I said nothing- but you Reached out and took my hand, In what seemed to me to be Desperation- and you squeezed slightly And I floated on to History class And that night I called you And we sat in silence, Letting go of the tension, Taking each otherís hand And squeezing tightly. So, this morning, while waking I reached into the air, Reaching for your hand- And I said your name- But when I opened my eyes, Nothing was there, Except the old tension A ghost leaves in a room.
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