All alone sitting here Heart froze up with anxious fear I stare at you across the room And plot my own impending doom Or so it feels, emotions raw With a wild, hungry maw Threaten me to consume My chest crashing: boom, boom, boom Though with death right in my face I would never trade my place For I am walking t’ward you now But don’t ask me exactly how My legs are rubber, feet are numb I stutter “hi,” feeling dumb You turn to me and grow a smile All else good compared is vile Yes, death took me; light-filled view ‘Cuz I’m in heaven, here with you
When I first wrote "Approach", I could not decide whether I wanted it to be "Approach" or "First Meeting". Over the years, I've switched back and forth between the names. I believe I have finally decided upon "Approach" as the most appropriate name for it. I never actually experienced this feeling. I wrote purely from observation and imagination. I wrote this poem June 3, 2010.