Past Lives

The timelessness of Love

PAST LIVES

Love doesn’t happen once.

It bends.
It breaks.
It disappears.
It returns.

Some people don’t feel new.

They feel like déjà vu.
Like a song you almost remember.
Like a dream slipping through your fingers
the second you wake up.

Somewhere, before names, before time,
you have met them.

Not once.
Not twice.
But over and over,
in lifetimes you no longer remember living.

You’ve held them in hands you no longer have.
You’ve spoken their name in languages long forgotten.
You’ve lost them in ways you still feel.