Maybe one day the stars will align and this poem will find its way to you.
Names seem insignificant when souls encounter
I’m choosing to write this at 3 a.m.
When the veil is at its thinnest
And the thoughts come through unfiltered
I need to send these words off and offer them a fighting chance
In spite of the signs suggesting otherwise
And reality slowly crippling back in at sunrise
Divine guidance will show us the way — trust the process love
I may have doubted you and I
But I will never question destiny
I have to go and let the road unfold
Yet a part of my soul gets ripped off with every step I take
We have been blessed with lives full of wonder
Visions of the future and the past
And I wouldn’t trade this for the world
For if nothing else, we’ll always be storytellers
Different essence, same mission and intertwined lives
Our pact was to lead each other to the light when things got tough
So I had to come get you — something to do with the remnants of a past life
As I erase the lines that cut the deepest from my manuscript
I’m once again grateful for inspiration
Finding its way back to my life when I need it the most
We already know all that we ought to
And the rest is history
Worry not, we’ll meet again