There is something
in your presence
that makes me feel
like I am returning home,
as though I've
traced the outline of that sparkling smile,
anticipated your kiss,
and recognized the whisper of your voice,
long before now.
Instances,
in which we have known each other
in some other
existence.
Times,
when I am acutely aware
and can sense
your disposition, cravings and
aversions
simply by looking into your eyes, hearing your voice,
or contemplating your touch.
Our paths in this life,
of course,
have simply not allowed this to be
imaginable.
But its in those moments,
serendipitous moments,
when I feel like
I am rediscovering you,
instead of becoming acquainted with the essence of you.
And it makes me wonder.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
There is something
in your presence
that makes me feel
like I am returning home,
as though I've
traced the outline of that sparkling smile,
anticipated your kiss,
and recognized the whisper of your voice,
long before now.
Instances,
in which we have known each other
in some other
existence.
Times,
when I am acutely aware
and can sense
your disposition, cravings and
aversions
simply by looking into your eyes, hearing your voice,
or contemplating your touch.
Our paths in this life,
of course,
have simply not allowed this to be
imaginable.
But its in those moments,
serendipitous moments,
when I feel like
I am rediscovering you,
instead of becoming acquainted with the essence of you.
And it makes me wonder.
