These thoughts are worn from use.
They remain like book passages
that I have memorized with my fingertips.
Echoes of a name entwined
with my deepest core concerns.
I don’t know why,
have never known,
why my soul rises up to meet you.
Why your gaze reminds me of lifetimes passed.
How many times have I died loving you?
I waver between feeling foolish,
The heart doesn’t care how love translates
only that I decode its cryptic language,
without a single clue what to do with it
once it speaks.