Love with a Question Mark

Finding myself
in a strange
and familiar
place, having
never been here
before, and still
knowing the
way

Every day
trying to close
a chapter I 
didn't open;
every night
the lingering
feeling of something
having been broken

Struggling 
between compulsion
and persistence,
you reminded me
of someone
who had never
existed

Unable to think
straight,
my thoughts 
preoccupied,
coming undone
for you the way
a knot comes
untied

Suddenly realizing
I hadn't lived
enough
until I saw
the first and
only new thing
under the sun

Forgetting reason
and playing 
the fool,
the last words
I said: "I think
I'm falling in love
with you."