I look at her there
Looking so sure and so confident
A life I feel I have led before
A very long time ago.
"Are you sure she isn't me?"
"No," reality said.
It’s funny how I feel her thoughts
Racing through me at once
And feel that light on her skin.
I'm struck with what might have been.
I'm sure she is what I was when I was there in that place
When I was born in that year
And I wore that face,
Left to find my bearings in her direction...
I will remember her, just in case.
© Maria Francine
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
I look at her there
Looking so sure and so confident
A life I feel I have led before
A very long time ago.
"Are you sure she isn't me?"
"No," reality said.
It’s funny how I feel her thoughts
Racing through me at once
And feel that light on her skin.
I'm struck with what might have been.
I'm sure she is what I was when I was there in that place
When I was born in that year
And I wore that face,
Left to find my bearings in her direction...
I will remember her, just in case.
© Maria Francine
