Too Familiar

His hair rustling in the wind;
on his face a familiar grin;
In conversation with another soul;
I felt a peculiar feeling grow.

He looked into my eyes,
making my temperature rise.
My pupils becoming windows inside;
sudenly transparent--just can't hide.

Quickly, I had to close my eyes.
Do I really want to see this sight?

I loked at his face and froze with fear.
What was my first love doing here?
He mirrors the image I remember--
the one that haunts my heart forever.

Though I know he has mind and soul of his own,
I can't help but let myself go
treading through a past I thought was heaven.
Was this a second chance being given?

Is he here just to remind me of the pain?
A crash course cruise through memory lane?
Or, is here--variance and diversity,
another being wandering the university?

Should I just let him wander on,
and watch the past become twice gone?
The feelings re-radiate through me.
I remember how happy I once could be,

but I also remember that hurt comes with it,
and how true love is just a myth. It's
funny.
My eyes are open,
but I can see better with my eyes closed.

October 10, 1994