My heart beating faster,
my hands moisten with nerves. 
There you stood so lovely,
and I,  so lost for words.

Time evaporated,
just you and I remain.
Before I ask how long,
forever, you maintain.

Your palm against my face,
head tilted, wistful smile.
I ask, “Where have you been?”
You touch my heart and say …
here …
all the while.

M. Zane McClellan

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