Had we never met before today,
I would speak to you with ease
for I would not be afraid.
There would be no nervous shaking,
as this would be a brand new exchange;
an interaction between strangers,
not old lovers, or friends.
I could query your name,
while you inquire of mine.
Perhaps you would even smile,
when I mention the certain green shade of your eyes.
We simply met too early,
and acquired a past,
which lamentably lingers,
regrettably:
at rest.