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'
Copyright © Michele Sherman | Year Posted 2018
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