“THIRTY TWO” 6 Sept 96

That shy glance
across the crowded room
time is running out
for me and you
pretty soon
I’ll be 32
and we don’t know what to do

is this being shy
or is this being rude?
I can’t do what I want to do
not with you.
and not without you.

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