Who Knows? It Could Be You... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it seems to fit
when without reason

all the senses
make a call that it is
you,

but i am not a fool to
all these senses,

my eyes were wrong and
my nose cannot tell what scent
was that

and hence to sum it all
i cannot trust desire

i invoke distance
and your absence for at this moment

i can not think that
much

i leave for a while
and see other places of my heart

when i come back

who knows? it could be you...