he asked

will we live again?

i don’t know
i said
but there is some reason to think so

he waited

it’s just that sometimes when i love someone
i get a feeling that i am them
i just haven’t been them yet

i have seen myself in clouds and trees
and, i know, i am not them right now
so, it seems, perhaps i have already been

and do you love me?
we asked

and we don’t know
and will know
we will know
eventually

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