Why is it everytime
I meet someone?
She seems to be the
wrong one?
Or if not the wrong one,
it's the wrong time?
Is she out there,
somewhere, waiting?
Sitting alone tonight,
thinking the same thing?
Have we met already,
and not know it yet?
Will me meet someday,
and know it then?
Will we meet someday,
and let it slip away?
Am I destined
to spend this life alone?
Sean McCoy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-few-questions-3/
