Poem: And when I met him.

I remember the warm feeling the first time our eyes met.
And when I met him, I sighed.

I sighed.

I sighed the kind of wimper a teenage girl makes when she is daydreaming of her pin-up boy.

Now, I sigh a parental sigh, a sigh of crisp, clean, complete disaproval.
Or the noise a lover makes when they know their time is up.

I remember the warm feeling the first time our eyes met.
And when I met him, I sighed.