One in a Zillion

It is strange that
I've come to this place,
And I find myself here
With you.

Out of the zillions
Of people,
That could be here
Next to me,
It's you.

What does that say?
About me?
About you?
Why does it seem
That this, US ,
Is what I really want?
What my heart wants?

I go to bed
Thinking of you.
I wake up
Thinking of you.
All the time it seems,
I think of you.