i saw it once,
i have no doubt;
but now can't place
its whereabouts
i try to think it,
time and time;
but what it is,
won't come to mind.
a word, a scent—
a feeling, past.
but it won't show,
though much i've asked.
and when it comes,
i soon forget—
this is how it felt,
when we first met.
