Me Too Poem by Robert Abok

When I said I loved you,
And you said me too,
I thought we were on the same thing,
If not then may be on the same book
Reading the same page and line.

But I now know that we were
Reading from the same author,
And never from the same book,
Next time you say me too,
Always do so to answer my question.

With the eyes that you laid on me,
I felt different and you said me too,
What differences were talking of?
Did you feel how I felt or otherwise.

And when I held your hand and my heart raced,
You said me too as all feelings you erased,
I know not what me too means to you now,
And next time when I talk to you,
Would you please not speak of me too?