Limerence
A Monday morning, nineteen ninety-one
sat at my desk within I.T support
the first working minute had not yet gone
the phone rang- 'normal day' or so I thought.
The call was from a damsel in distress
her voice was unfamiliar to me
I grabbed my tools and set off nonetheless
in ignorance of how things hence would be.
A fresh faced blonde rose from her desk and smiled
her voice danced like the daisies in the breeze
one gentle laugh and I was left beguiled
and though we became friends, no chance I seized.
Do I regret the choices I have made?
Oh precious memory, why must you fade?
For contest 'Limerence', sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
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