I am the graveyard of every lifetime we shared,
a witness to your endless deaths,
an immortal cursed with memory of a love that dies,
again and again.
For I cannot bear any lifetime without you.
So I asked. I begged to have you again.
Again and again.
And each time you return,
your soul wears a different face,
a different voice,
And yet, I know you. I know that it is you.
The way your hair falls upon your shoulder,
The way your laughter brings me peace - Fool me.
And still I would always, always, recognize it in any lifetime,
In every form, I could know you even with my eyes closed.
For the soul remains static,
And somehow, it will always find its way home - to me.
That’s what I thought…
Unfortunately, in exchange for every life I begged for you,
You are cursed to forget me,
And instead of finding your way home to me,
I watched you live your life,
And somehow I learned to accept that you’ll no longer come home to me,
For you, have finally have your own place to call your own,
A place to call your home.
And as for me, I’ll somehow carry centuries of us in my chest,
while you carry nothing of me.
As long as you’re happy…
As long as you’re happy…
-r.g
