I do not believe in cliches, in love stories or narratives that end in happy endings- at least for us… I do not. All I know, all I know for sure is the depth of your smile and the warmth that emanates when you look at me and how I feel. But when you look at me, I think you see her. Perhaps in another life, another time, there is a happy ending after all.
Do you feel a percolation of nervousness spread across your chest-
engulf your heart and mind as you think of her?
Do you feel the need to cry when love feels like it is suffocating-
suffocating enough so that the hollows of your throat enclave
but you are still able to feel the air slowly enter in again.
Does your soul feel a familiar tug of recognition, of recreation or urgency to know me?
Do you know me?
At a crossroads in life, I seek refuge in the idea that you & I will be reborn,
reshaped and restretched into another perspective,
perhaps in another life, another bane of existence, our narrative continues.