Did you and I meet somewhere else
 before today?
 Did we laugh together 
 or share tears of sorrow?
 Something inside me 
 knows you – 
 not because of pictures in my mind 
 but because of something else 
 deep inside of myself,
 a feeling as if you 
 have lived where I have lived
 with me
 inside of me.
 Is that it?
 Are you from me?
 Or perhaps, 
 I Am from You.