Per te

"To be honest I don't know what I'm looking for - who to be...sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door and I have left all I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know 'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think: What if I'm simply depressed? Blind, just finding rest from my mind here in....? Confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss? And mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don't know...but I SAW SO MUCH OF ME IN YOU, the me I've missed, the young and free in you but still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you...but I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know"