Two Birds

Sitting thinking how will we know when we meet again, if we are just energy and no longer kin? That's the fear I have noticed brewing within. This unsettling thought we will never feel this lifetime again. Like when we leave these cavities do we merely dissipate to our very first state; energy. Will we flicker the same lights? Turn on TVs late at night? Or will we meet in a familiar light, where we have memories of this once lived life? I hope we end up two birds on a branch singing our hearts out pretty tunes bellowing through the lands. Just two bird sisters and friends. I love you. Until we meet again