Seeing You Yesterday I saw you come in Actually I saw you when I left the bathroom But I didn't call out Remembering our last encounter I was afraid My feelings Boyish Adolescent in their intensity Childishly pure I had to touch you So I reached out and touched your nose I didn't hug you for fear I would not let go You were present this time It felt good to talk again I wanted to say so many things to you I didn't know where to begin, there were no openings So much in this world goes unsaid I wish I had said something else before I left Looking back I can see I may have hurt you Eye contact, a smile Something other than "I gotta go" And looking down But I was getting overwhelmedand afraid I might start to cry or say I Love You
Chris Cicero's Questions:
This is my first time showing my poetry to someone,so my question is, what do
you think of it?
How can I improve my writing?
Any other constructive criticism will be appreciated.