Some day, one day, another, not this one, but
some one day in the ever after this one.
- Once
One day, I saw her, she was on the bus,
there was never a question,
Are you on the bus, or not?
And here we are today, forty years from then,
colligated at the heart strings,
since ever I saw, I knew, I know, not how but then,
a taste of what is to come,
now, as it were,
she looked at me and said, I trust you,
or, that is what I took it to mean,
ever being so sudden, at times.