I have always been weary of putting names in my poems in fear that I will never be able to take my confessions back but when is a good day to tell you that I have loved you in every lifetime
In the past we were entangled in each other
One life we were shooting stars another we laid lazily in fields of wildflowers a love too strong to explain through words so we didn’t speak instead you embodied the beauty of spring a way to remind us of those April days when nothing existed outside of each other
We hid our love behind buttercups and daisies maybe that’s why I love to bring you flowers to feel the flicker of a spark we shared in a lifetime so long ago
In another lifetime we read quietly together over coffee in smoky French cafe’s we underlined passages that we would read each other in secret our love withstanding a time when it was criminal to look at one another with the type of love we shared
I don’t know if I have ever loved you loudly there are no muscle memories of me shouting your name from rooftops or unapologetically holding your hand without fear of repercussions —even now I don’t know how to form the words “I love you” without looking around to see who’s listening even after all this time I love you in secret I still can’t put your name in my poems but i promise in one of our lifetimes I’ll write your name in every poem and tell you that I’m in love with you out loud someday the words won’t feel stuck in my throat but I hope that’s in a lifetime sooner than later