Fever is a bad omen, it has to be. <br />If I have a fever when I see her <br />Maybe there's something wrong. <br />Or maybe it's not a fever, <br />Maybe it's more of a feeling. <br />A feeling I can't shake. <br /> <br />What if she's the wrong one? <br />And by the way, is there a right one? <br />Must get this thoughts out of my head before she comes. <br />They won't go away, and there she is. <br />I hug her, say Hi and then she touches my forehead. <br />And I can't remember anything else. I can't remember yesterday. <br />I just remember the touch.<br /><br />Martin Holm Sjölin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touch-13/
