somewhere in our dreams
we loved
in the long lost pale moonlight
we searched for the soul
that existed in a different lifetime

when the bird tweets,
and the wind blows,
I hear you say my name
with a smile
I welcome you into my arms again

from the dusted pile of books
you pick up our story
and read about love
we experienced in our past life

if we were to cross the river of oblivion,
will you look back
to remember me?

National Poetry Month

If you were to change the order of the poem…will you choose a happy ending?
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