A dream of a dream. That is all that remains of you. We met once a long time ago. A face I can’t quite place with a name that always seems to evade my sharp tongue.
Maybe we crossed paths in a previous life, a life that I don’t remember living. A faded memory remains of our exploits, were we lovers? were we soul-mates? these questions race in my head as I take the morning train to work.
I have been living life like something has been missing. A crucial piece without which my puzzle of a life will remain a mystery. Did you have brown eyes or hazelnut? were you tall? no, you were short. Or maybe you were the same height as me. I don’t seem to remember.
Your name is swirling in my head somewhere, unable to break through the barrier between thought and word. Stuck in the twilight zone between what is real and what is a memory. Were we time-flyers? were we committing a grave crime running through time thinking time is infinite for those of us who are mortal.
All I know for sure is that I would trade in the blue sky to be with you. Rain can swallow the Earth up if it meant that I could be with you. The blessing of having a star-crossed lover is one only a handful of people will experience in the history of time.
My search has only begun for mine.
~In this world, those who have fallen in love cannot make clear judgements~