I must’ve known you in a past life You feel so familiar Even when I didn’t know that I knew you I knew There was something in the way The warmth radiated from your skin Caramel macchiato I drank you in The baritone of your laugh You were so familiar Yet we had just met Your silhouette Was one I had seen before But not in this lifetime Were you mine in another one? Slipping through my fingers like silk Always one grasp away But you’re never gone The way you remain like the rain Soaking grass in spring And I’m thirsty for you For endless nights talking in darkness Till light came in again And never running out of words But even as we spoke it felt so deja vu Don’t I already know you? How do you know me so well? Like your code is written into my cells, I feel you on a molecular level Your soul intertwined in mine But never fully actualized in this timeline Years and years come and go But your “aww” and chuckle never fade, I hear it like you smiled that way you do Like it was yesterday Time a construction that doesn’t function In the realities in which I know you I have known you You’ve been mine and I yours In lifetimes before In present, eyes closed I manifest My me’s and your you’s Subconscious whispers traveling Through time and space Dimensions unknown But I know It’s you and you know It’s me too.
Sailing soft, frozen in time-- Sat on your chair where I could've sworn I saw a past life regression flash along
Your face. Stuck there now, I'm alone now and forever forth. For years I stored half my cash into a box without second thought just to end up spending it all in six months.
that last crash erased all the academic pablum that proved less required reading more distraction.
Just a border now, head against an extending wall, Witless and stonecold sober;
At ease with every unanswered craving And coexisting with a life where nothing goes according to plan.
Trapezing the edge of a rolling dice waiting to be flattened. I'm properly done writing poetry,no more energy or will. Wish you all luck over the coming years, whether you're in a good spot or your lowest lows
maybe in the past life, we met each other as the sun and the moon during the first eclipse. maybe we met as the wind and that mailed letters that flew out of a messenger's bag. maybe we met as the shore and the sand, and we carved our promises on tree barks to meet and fall in love again here, in places made of sunsets behind skyscrapers and storms that fit inside these words.
and now, trees have gone scarce but i'm carving a new promise on your lips with my ink:
let's meet again in the next life and i hope centuries from now, i'll meet you in the peak of the ferris wheels; you were still scared of heights when we lived our third lives. i hope i'll meet you when i look away after making up constellations from the first stars that come in with the dusk. i hope i'll meet you in coffee stained shirts worn in underrated poetry classes.
and in case we get to read this poem,
i hope can we recognize that it's written by me. i hope we can recognize that it's written for you.