Do You Know Me? Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I saw you saunter in the shade of a tree,
Each leg almost crossing the other.
You must wonder about me,
And where I would be.

But the longer your thoughts wound around,
The same feeling came up over and over again.
You couldn't sit down comfortably under that tree.
Do you love me? Do you know me?

It was in the knowing or not knowing,
That your sauntering mind couldn't figure out.
You had to make-up your mind.
You had to leave.