Her, Her, and Her

Even though she was before me...

I knew I knew her, but I didn't know how
I couldn't remember where or when we had met
We hadn't
Only in references from conversations long ended
did I recognize her
I sat at the table with her
Among friends of friends
That's when I knew it
She was yours once
And it shook me

Consider this a page from my diary
Seeing the women you've tested the waters with reads like yours
Each one is a different page
More like a different book
Long hair, short hair, bright smiles, sad eyes
Sisters, mothers, wives
Every one different in every way

I see myself in you
Then I see you in them
Now where does that leave me