Startled

I remember the day.
Early on.
You walking in the strange little coffeeshop
and I felt you rather than saw you.
Felt you in my chest, heart rising,
realizing it was, yes, cliche and all,
love.
Startled now when, so often,
when you enter the room,
it still happens.

About this poem

A love poem. Sometimes poems really are about one thing.

Tom