The encounter, so brief.

So rushed, yet sweet.

Occupies a mind.

No time to spare.

Few thoughts to share.

Questions, left behind.

A kiss, forseen.

Once again sixteen,

Was not so hard to find.

A warm embrace.

The loss of space.

Strangers, intertwined.

At break of dawn.

A closure drawn.

As time seems to unwind.

One last good-bye.

As moments fly.

A face etched in a mind.

Cathleen Blome

Copyright 1997 " Through Sun And Shower" National Library of Poetry

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