Lovers Memory Lane Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Where've I been in time? Seems I've passed this way before.
I remember you. Do you remember me? Life can be strange;
Like entering the same old spaces, only using different doors!
But, meeting prior isn't possible, unless time was rearranged.

I remember you. Do you remember me? Life can be strange!
Both mysterious and perplexing, what my heart is telling me;
But, meeting prior isn't possible, unless time was rearranged,
Offering on the spur of a moment, a seeming double destiny.

Both mysterious and perplexing, what my heart is telling me.
Why do I have these memories, of people, places and things,
Offering on the spur of a moment, a seeming double destiny?
Like riding a ripple upon the wave, which golden time brings.

Why do I have these memories, of people, places and things,
Like entering the same old spaces, only using different doors?
Like riding a ripple upon the wave, which golden time brings?
Where've I been in time? Seems I've passed this way before.