Before the moment of my birth
I was meant to love you.
Before managed time and calendars
ticking off the years,
you willed me to your side.
Spirits entwined on ethereal planes,
encompassing lives,
past, present, and future;
Einstein’s theory proved fact,
existing everywhere and always –
together.

It matters not
for wisps in time,
barriers separate us;
in the end
they will be bridged.
Angry words
and little deaths
are fleeting.
We are
forever.

© Elise Skidmore, 1998

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