Poetry

We have met before
I was sitting on a small leaf,fallen from an autumn tree
and you were dancing,
with a small stone inbetween your fingers
If you could have remembered to stop the day from dawning,
I might have stayed
But now I live that night over and over,
and it is never done.
I knew we have met before
I was sitting on a small flower,like a little insect...or I wish I was 
But you were there,flying around with your thoughts
Not noticing,
Not caring,
Not remembering 
But you were there
More than anyone,you were there
And we met
The rest is nothing
The rest is me as myself,sitting on a small leaf fallen from an autumn tree