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Folds
Sometimes I wonder if in another strand of time,
You are just learning to write your name
Wearing your first pair of tiny glasses
Laughing in a sunlit kitchen
Or chasing flies to make kites with your brother.
In another fold, maybe you are leaning into love’s beginning with wide eyes.
Watching a pretty girl walk out a door,
Unknowingly,
Changes the shape of your forever.
Maybe you are holding your firstborn
Marveling at how small hands can carry so much eternity.
And if time truly folds,
Then somewhere else, you are holding me too.
Pressing kisses to my cheek or
Reminding me after my first heartbreak, pain softens and love
Never ends.
The distance aches.
I move through this life with a hollow in my chest
Waiting for the thread that ties us to pull taut again.
Because I believe time is not a straight line
But a circle wide as the cosmos
And no matter how far we drift,
Our orbits will cross again.
And when they do, I will know the gravity of home by the way it feels to see you
Again.
I keep waiting for the moment when all these threads
Of time bend back.
When our stories align once more and l find myself
Finally
On the same side of time with you.
Time, somewhere in it endless turning,
We are still finding each other.
Again and Again.
Life after Life.
Love after Love
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