that night

2004

that night we met
a promise she said
after a polite greeting
I left and forgot you
somehow the thing didn't go the way I expected

when we met again
something changed

you didn't change no doubt
but I stared with a habit
a harmless habit keeps me thinging about you

but now,the habit is not only you
well, then,what is that?
I'm not sure
I'll tell you when I figure it out