Oct 29
In another life,
perhaps it was
you and I—
there, we laughed
a little more,
held on
a little longer.
But here,
we’re fragments,
familiar faces,
strangers in the heart.
We spoke of other lives,
but, I wonder—
do you see
we’re bound to this one,
with only one chance
to learn our way through?
perhaps it was
you and I—
there, we laughed
a little more,
held on
a little longer.
But here,
we’re fragments,
familiar faces,
strangers in the heart.
We spoke of other lives,
but, I wonder—
do you see
we’re bound to this one,
with only one chance
to learn our way through?
This poem reflects the bittersweet notion of a connection that could have flourished in a different reality, a sense of longing for a love that somehow feels both familiar and distant. Inspired by the idea that while we may feel tied to someone across different lifetimes, we only truly have the present—this life—as our one chance to bridge that connection. Consider the beauty and urgency of living fully in the here and now, as we may only have this one shot to explore what could be.
