A bouquet of smiles and laughter,
Ribboned in hugs and closeness,
You breathe into my skin,
Sniffing it as I struggle to get out of your embrace,
Comfortable to be in your space would be an understatement,
A feeling of a past life is sheltered within the conversations we have,
Of how a home should be structured in a body,
Through words that chit chatter through your mouth,
Your thoughts vocalised when you were in pain,
Stabbed me through my own past,
I felt you,
You then became a reminder of the strength of a woman’s inner healing power
I know of your path crossing a similar one to mine,
Yet we have not spoken about it,
Just small words and eye contact,
I know we have treaded maybe same paths,
Same dirt which burnt our feet,
Yet we kept running off and found seeds as solace and grew grass to heal the wounds,
From the cuffs of necks we were grabbed and thrown overboard
But we used the earths plants to ease off the stings,
We began to eat alkaline , to neutralise what was so acidic
We grew flowers in our hair,
And became one with breathe,
Followed our bodies natural rhythms and became one with the higher power,
The women of the earth began to dance with us,
In all this time,
You had already met me,
Had already painted me from what was memory,
From what was a past life,
From the false illusion of life,
You embraced me as if we had already lived 50 years over,
So please understand,
How in this current state,
I struggle to breathe when I cannot reach you anymore,
Feel like I’m tapping on glass that has been sprayed over,
Glazed in a thick mist that wishes to be left alone,
So I will leave you be,
I apologise for any wrongdoings,
For any hurt I have caused,
But I too am hurting,
A type of confusion that’s not from this dimension,
I am here thinking about you again,
Struggled to find words to paper.
But here if this explains anything ..
I am so sorry,
I hope we can love again,
And if not in this reality,
Then we will meet again in a later life