Perhaps-
if one day I can believe the very words I write-
we may have been- dare I say?-
Lovers
In a past
Life
And the reason my heart
aches
when I see your face-hear your voice-dream of you-
is simply because
the feelings then are
confused
with the feelings now
But it could be-the far more likely
I am doomed-unrequited-
no matter where-or when-
we two meet
For you will always be standing
on a mountain-or at the top of the stairs-
that my legs will always be
too weak to scale