Past Life
Searching for answers in forgotten photos.
I ask myself, “is it possible?”
Past life, reincarnation,
a soul embarking on multiple journeys
in different spans of time.
As I look at their faces, I can’t help but wonder,
“Is it true? Could it be?
Who am I looking for?”
A face from a previous life,
perhaps a lover,
or a friend,
or even myself.
I fantasize a love transcending time,
one soul searching through abandoned pictures
for another forgotten over the years.
So many faces,
smiles of innocence,
hats tilted to the right,
clad in freshly pressed uniforms,
ignorant to the terror that awaits in foreign lands.
Did I have a beau
lost to the glorification of war?
Will I see him again?
Brief instances come like the wind.
Invisible,
free of form,
but felt even by the slightest touch,
the faintest smell,
and the familiarity of a song.
In a great hall, couples cling to each other
and every second of the passing night.
Hearts float,
half in raptures of love,
the other in anticipation of reality
rising with the dawn.
The band croons slow
of Sentimental Journey’s
and hopes of
I’ll Be Seeing You’s.
Soft murmurs intertwine with the sax,
“wait for me, darling, promise you will.”
Tears fall in reply,
a haste nod while lips curve for a kiss of wordless promises
and unequivocal love.
Relief ripples through the dance floor
as Serenade's of Blue
drifts above bobbing heads.
Young boys cling to the bosom of youth
and the final glows of summer.
Once parted, boys will become men,
immortalized in the shadow of war,
name and face, the very essence of their life
snuffed by bullets,
faded beyond their generation.
Perhaps then they return to the hall,
swinging with their lover,
forever living on the days of anticipation
when innocence was not yet replaced,
when the Kind of Swing was putting people
In the Mood.
An impressionable day,
an unforgettable night.
Marked on the heart of a soul,
forever traveling,
generation after generation,
surfacing with the harmonies
of Moonlight Serenade’s,
a late spring breeze tickling through the window,
when the stars are twinkling
and the moon shines with young love.
In the hues of twilight,
I’ll meet you back in the hall,
as promised once in a past life.
About the Creator
Stephanie Maldonado
An empathic over-thinker transforming everyday peculiarities into stories and music.
Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insights
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Easy to read and follow
Well-structured & engaging content
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Expert insights and opinions
Arguments were carefully researched and presented
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme
Comments (1)
Beautiful💕