Lifetimes
So I haven't written anything in months and you realize its something you love when you're at work and you start scribbling on napkins about nothing and still have a smile on your face.
There are times when I feel like you've been here with me. Or I with you. In my
arms. In your arms. And it baffles me that it feels like another lifetime. And
that it hasn't happened yet, because like long forgotten memories my body can
remember your touch. My hands reach for yours knowing they've done it a hundred
times before but I reach for a ghost. My lips burn in remembrance of yours. I
close my eyes and hear your laughter next to me but never once have you taken
seat there. Perhaps in another lifetime we were lovers for when I walk up to you
and you smile a hundred memories pass my mind each of a time when I have walked
up to you and you have given me that exact smile and embraced me and I you,
pulling you close and kissing you deeply. A hundred different times I can
remember and yet as I see you now, I know that in this lifetime not once has it
happened and the loss sears my very soul. I wonder if you feel it too. The many
nights we spent with each other, the fights, the smiles, the laughter, the
worries, the love. All in other lifetimes. As I walk up to you everything tells
me to embrace you as I have before, to tell you of the way things used to be. I
do not, perhaps in this lifetime we were not meant for each other. The fates
have decided that we are to be no longer what we have always been. As I look at
you and you smile I come to terms that memories and thoughts of other lifetimes
with you will have to be enough. After all its not often a person can remember
many lives in many eras loving the same person as if it had always been that
way. You're still smiling at me as you wish me well I smile back at you and bid
you farewell.