The First Time, Again

I want

With what I now know of her

To go back in time

To the day I first saw her

So that I can experience that moment again

When my eyes saw her face for the first time

Her eyes met my eyes

For the first time

But I would know

Like I know now

That

That’s her

That’s the one

And I would still act cool

Like I don’t care

Like I don’t see her

Like I’m not in love

With who she is

And everything about her

Exactly like the first time I actually saw Her

And thought

Huh!

This feels strange 

Like I know who she is

Like I’ve been here before

Like in a time travel movie

Like in this poem

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