Centuries

I know your hand from all the times

They rested over mine.

I draw your shoulders

because I know their shape from all the tears

I poured on them long before here.

Your eyes seek mine but not me

they seek the one I've been before this

Before this old body and aching soul

From a time when we were whole.

We got lost in translation.

Have we said in a minute or so?

It took you too long to show up around here

Now there's no plan nor hope to see.

And yet your hands feel the same
as the ones I touched lives ago

even the shape of your shoulders feels familiar

'cause I lay on them when I was in fear.

You remind me of one every day

I'm an old valentine whom you don't recall

It feels like a dream we can't quite reach

and from which we can't flee,

It's a chasing we perform endlessly

As if we weren't meant to be

a love crossing the centuries but that can never stick

and yet we keep bumping into each other

there's always a corner

where I know I'll meet your soul again.

Until when?