As If We’ve Met Before

It feels like recognition,

the way your presence settles into me—

not rushing,

not demanding,

just arriving like it knows my name.

As if somewhere beyond time,

we once stood close enough

to learn the sound of each other’s breath,

and this moment

is only the remembering.

Your words touch places

I didn’t know were still awake,

like hands finding hands

in the dark

without searching.

Maybe it’s not a past life.

Maybe it’s this one,

finally lining up just right—

two souls brushing edges,

sparking softly,

saying there you are

without speaking.

There’s no need to promise anything.

The warmth is enough.

The closeness.

The way the world feels quieter

when we meet here.

Some connections don’t ask

to be kept forever.

They only ask

to be felt fully

while they’re here.

And this—

this feels like something

worth feeling.