Just Once

I heard the Voice just once
In March of Ninety-one
    Talking about marriage
    Fifteen years early
Yes that’s what he done

I felt a Touch just once
On a cold November night
    Two in the morning
    Empty apartment
Cold sweats? You got that right

I saw no Signs — not once
Though I looked everywhere
    Not for lack of asking
    Not for lack of fasting
I looked; they just weren’t there