January 8, 2002
You
It was so unexpected...always is.
Seeing you, encountering you...always a shock.
Whenever and where ever it happens, I'm never prepared.
Whatever I am feeling before, I feel different afterward.
Seeing you guarantees confusion:
my mind empties,
my heart races,
my legs are unreliable,
even my voice changes,
and words are idiotic.
It happens this way each time, each time that way.
At least, sometimes, I am, reliable.