Still People

One minute you were on stage The next you were on a sidewalk I quick-stepped and called your name You turned, looking wary in the night
I was feeling, fearing, looking like a lunatic I fumbled and stammered my deep admiration In the pause that followed I questioned my own sanity What had I said? Was I truly unmoored?
When your smile broke, I breathed again As you stepped toward me, I froze again Your arms embraced me in a tight hug I hugged back, but didn’t dare to linger I slightly loosened my hug, thinking we were done
But you held fast, and I hung on You said “Thank you. I really needed to hear that.” And then I understood Even amazing people are still people
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