After Life

After Life

We met in the middle
somewhere between your youthful heart and my old soul,
and we counted kisses not our passing days.
I imagined our love was like a river
crossing over each other, back and forth,
running in parallel…
and then consuming each other.
Somewhere deep in the wild where our love was untouched
and unbeknownst to mankind,
we explored the nature of love and left no stone unturned.
In my world
In your world…
we were either coming together or coming undone,
and our souls were deeper than our touch could ever reach.
Somewhere in this life or the next
separated by our two worlds,
you and I will meet in the middle again.
Somewhere time does not exist
and the flowers never stop blooming.

-Ciara Lynn Wakley



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