Words come
Slicing my thoughts
"I must remember,
Remember what this,
This could ever mean."
A rose.
Blood red
Fragranting the night sky.
Glowing
As if I was meant to see it.
"Was it a sign?"
The wind sings
Whispering in my ears
"What does it mean?"
My thoughts came in picture
Sealed with the kids of life
I gasp
Forever locked away.
The moon shines on a face
A face
So beautiful
So perfect
So . . . wrong.
This face did not belong in this time
Closer, closing the space between us.
The face appears young
His eyes sing a different song
Giving him away.
I gawk
He sees
Recognition crosses my face
He mimicks the note
I... Know... Him
Somehow?
Just seeing him
A deep longing floods my chest
He's mine...
Forever...
Giving a sense of belonging
A home
To finally call my own.
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