you were in my past lives
i can feel it in my bones
how else can you explain the ache
why else would my bones feel dry
in your absence
once we were in france, fell in love in the mountains and again in the cities and again and again and again everyday until we died
another, we're on the beaches of brasil, the sky as dark as it gets and yet
it's the brightest almost memory i have
again, only this time in cyprus and we almost had each other but this time we missed our chance when i saw your reflection and didn't run to you and i regretted it for the rest of my life.
then i died.
and so did you.
and the cycle repeated.
as life does.
two souls who can't help but intertwine.
this is the wondrous things all the books are about.
what people wish they found.