I Think I'Ll Always Find You

'where do you think we go after death?' she asks me this question with a rigid face; stone cold and expecting i open my mouth to answer and then - promptly close it i close my mouth in realization, wondering why it felt like the answer was supposed to be sitting there perched nice and pretty on the tip of my tongue just waiting to pounce she asked me this weeks ago, maybe months and it seems i am unable to erase it from my memory i am also unable to provide an answer isn't it obvious? we go back to each other; with another face and another voice and a different name we find our way back to each other back to the people we knew before even if we didn't know it and the truth is there isn't a way for us to know we are no longer us; just a sliver of a past life caught up in something new i told her this today, the words sitting at the bottom of my throat taking up too much space without permission and at night i grasped her hand, curled into her sleep warm chest and i swear i heard her whisper 'i've found you again'