Notebook Sessions #1

I wonder often

What it could be like

To know the pleasure you know,

The excitement someone new brings,

The suspence of day to day,

She gives you.

It's not her,

nor you,

not even me.

But of her and you becoming "we",

and me...

Well, I'm still me.

One day perhaps,

I'll know that faraway feeling.

Something I knew long ago, far away

I can't quite recall,

Who, what, why it was.

But it was.

Or was it?