Her Name

I don't know what her name is
I only met her yesterday,
Just a brief "hello, how are you?"
I'm fine is all she'd say.
She turned away not knowing
that in my eyes she was a dream,
and in that moment as we stood there
I fell in love with her it seems.
Now I know that love is funny
and I know that love is strange
and it usually doesn't happen
as you stand out in the rain.
But inside me something happened
that to this day I can't explain,
I only wish that in that moment
I had asked that girl
her name -

Karl Miller
1983