#pastlifepoem

[emaraude]

past life lover

you

i still remember you

from my past life

i was the verses of your poetry

and sometimes i try to look for you

with the hope that our paths may cross once more

i remember our shared moments from a distant lifetime

in the morning, you brewed my coffee

your hair, kissed by the lake

you read your newspapers

and wonder why people are the way they are

it’s just you and your contrarian spirit

and, oh, i remember

the maps of constellation in your face

my fingers like stardust brushes

"this one's Andromeda," i'd playfully say

"it's the Big Dipper, you silly." you with your fake bravado

and i’ll laugh and laugh

though both of us were strangers to the stars

by evenings, we frequented elegant soirées

swirling in dance at the middle

thinking the world faded around us

our favorite tunes playing

though, i’m the only one who can sing right

then we slip away and embrace the moonlight

sometimes i’d sigh

wondering if you’re ever around

if you're treading the same streets as i

i’d like to see you again under this lifetime’s sky

and i wonder if i’m the only one who remembered

or if you too, in your still moments, hold me dear

thinking about me just as frequently

and by some divine miracle

there you stood at the bus stop

you look exactly like how you looked a lifetime ago

the maps of constellation

and honey pools of eyes

that familiar smirk on your lips

and those poignant gazes that spoke

saying, you remembered

you remember me

and like a lightning bolt, it struck

your hands wrapped around another

and the bus rumbled away

leaving our memories stranded

where it belonged

you were once mine, in a distant lifetime

we spent our nights at posh soirées

and days by the lake where i’ll sing verses

and you serenade me with your proses and sonnets

at least in that realm, i was your muse

i was your muse

but it’s alright, i no longer love lakes

i long for the crips air of seas

coffee no longer graces my mornings

for i love my morning tea

i no longer sing, my melodies now adrift

at least in our past life

i was once the muse to your proses

and you to my verses

though, our love now dead and withered

our words in history forever whispers

a lifetime of us has passed by

perhaps that was enough

emaraude