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I fell the wind of her passing,
taste the ache of not knowing
what to say or do.
See deep eyes search for mine,
search for something familiar,
something left behind
from the "old me."
And numbly, she and I
step this awkward hallway dance,
our immaculate high school romance
upset and stumbling in mutual error.
Copyright 1998 by Ian Mosher
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