Another one of my favorite hobbies...writing of course! I love to write anything from poems to songs. The poem below, I Think I've Met You Before is one I wrote that I would like to share. Can you guess who or what the "you" is to which I'm referring?
Quick Language Note: Wo ai ni （我爱你） means I love you in Mandarin. “Ai”（爱）means to love/ affection/ to be fond of
I Think I’ve Met You Before
I think I’ve met you before,
possibly somewhere in my dreams,
or perhaps you were with me, by my side, all my life
and I never knew it.
Maybe I met you when our hands and minds were at work
building the longest man-made structure,
saving our country from invasion.
Maybe we met in a café
when I heard you mumbling from behind the counter.
Or was it out on the street
when I bumped into you, and just kept right on walking?
Did I hear you in my dreams?
When as a child curiosity would overcome me
as I would make jokes…
Make jokes about the way you appeared to me.
What is that? I would say, then mimic what I heard forcing out a
roar of laughter…
Oh, how I do apologize.
Maybe one day you called my name and I did not answer.
I know! It was down memory lane,
When the days were hot, hard and heavy.
Out on the railroad tracks, just maybe...?
Or maybe much earlier in the East,
tied down in the emperor’s court
when you served me or I served you or something like that for it
was way back when-
way back when not only feet were bound but minds and hearts…
Was it right in my own backyard I met you?
When I was scolded once more for mocking you,
hearing your voice from across the way.
Forgive me again, for it was only the ignorance of a child.
I think I’ve met you before,
when I know something sounds off, and realize it,
but don’t know
how to EXPRESS!
Please understand for it’s only been a year I was born not
too long ago…
I’m just an Infant.
I must have met you
'cause my verbally drunken mind goes back for more.
What can I say?
I’m addicted to your tone, your rhythm, your style.
I never beg to be SOBER.
I know I’ve met you
because I like the way you sing in my ear.
I love your melody.
I know I’ve seen you
because my heart opens up for no one but you every time you come
around,
and all the stuff you bring with you
makes me feel right at home.
I must have heard you before because I can feel you in my heart.
“I’ve said this before” many times I say to myself.
I know I’ve heard you before because the speech I utter every day
is a reflection of what you once were to me,
and still are to 1.3 billion.
I felt you close to
me back in room 109B,
when I heard you all
the time,
but didn’t yet
understand you.
I know I’ve met you before
when the first three words I learned were: Wo ai ni
and my “ai” for you has never left, never will.
I know I’ve met you before because when I’m frustrated with you
we play the same old love games,
and then make up right away, always
as if we never even fought.
Could it be you’re hidden somewhere deep into my history?
Your traces extracted from deep within my heart,
proving that a part of you remains inside of me.
Yes,
I’m sure I’ve met you before.
Possibly somewhere in my dreams,
or perhaps you were with me, by my side, all my life
and I never even knew it.
