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Cold Feet
For weeks I savored time with you,
wanted to be with you always.
I never asked: “Will you marry me?”
Instead, I asked
when can we wed?
You answered “As soon as we can.”
I left your apartment giddy with joy.
It was a cold New England winter.
I got cold feet as I drove to my lonely room.
What had I done!
Had I been impulsive?
Was this a doomed infatuation
with a new girl who had...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 9:32 pm
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