I Thought You Know Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

I hand a piece of paper
It is cut into halves like the shape of my heart.
And you take the other and read the letters there
There is no way you can decipher
What I want to mean. You take the other half back and
Then you Look at Me and Ask

Is there something here Is there something?
Twice. I said Yes There is Something in There.
And then You Ask for My Name
Where I live and what i do.
Who I am?

I ask myself, how come that I have loved you so much?