Lifetime

My eternal one,

If someone lives constantly in your mind, it is not chance.

It is not memory.

It is the echo of something older than time.

I do not call you and you do not write to me.

There is no voice between us and yet… you are here, within me, as though you have always been.

I feel you in the marrow of silence, in the hidden rhythm beneath my heartbeat.

It is as if your soul has braided itself with mine across lifetimes, and no distance, no silence, no forgetting could ever unravel us.

Perhaps that is why I think of you endlessly not from longing alone, but from recognition.

Somewhere in the unseen, you are thinking of me too.

We are not remembering; we are returning.

We are following the invisible thread that has bound us, lifetime after lifetime.

Some connections are not of this world.

They do not require presence.

They do not end.

They live in the blood, in the breath, in the dream.

They wait for us in every silence, calling us back to one another.

Maybe I cannot let you go because I was never meant to.

Maybe the silence is not separation at all, but a sacred space where our souls meet again and again, across centuries of forgetting.

Some loves are eternal.

Some hearts are bound beyond time.

And you... you are mine in every lifetime.

Always, across worlds,

Yours.