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That old dizzy feeling

again

when I see you

enter the room.

What are you doing here?

This isn't

where you are supposed

to be.

Miles away from your post.

Yet

here you are.

Poppping up again

like you're supposed

to be here.

Taunting me.

We've never spoke.

But I want to.

If only

to be able to say,

"I've talked to him".

Then maybe

you wouldn't possess me

like you do.

Or keep popping up

like you're chasing me. . .

If only you were

chasing me,

that is.

I would know

that you feel it too.

This connection,

this drive to speak,

this obsession....

You must feel it too.