It’s you

You walk into the room with a sense of familiarity,

as though you know me, as though you’ve been here before.

Who are you?  This person that feels comfortable in a seemingly strange place.

Are you someone I should know?

Are you someone that knows me?

Have we ever met?

If we’ve met, did we like each other?

You seem like someone I would like.

You seem like a person I would want to know.

Do I know you?

Come closer and let me look at you.

Your face is warm, your smile familiar.

Your touch is full of love, your eyes full of longing.

A longing for something, someone, a time past.

Is it? Could it be?  Yes, I remember.

We danced in the moonlight,

we loved in the sand.

It’s you, isn’t it?

You are the one I agreed to love, honor and

cherish just yesterday.

It’s you, the one I said I would care for in sickness and health.

It’s you.

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