Interrogatives

how was it

that I let all the air out

and held my lips ajar

when I saw you come into the room?

how did it go

that song I sang

when you did not know

each word was just for you?

what was it

in each wild beat

that made it the same

as your name?

and how did you see

what was in me

all that time

that I did not dare to see?

and why?

why do I care?

when all I know

is that you are here

now and ever. . .

and I do not know how it

came to be this way,

and yet it is.