Have We Met Before?

I’ve missed you,

the woman who kissed

my lips from long ago.

If I should ever cross

your path again, in 

the physical, or in the

mental, you’ll know.

We will both breathe

and read every incantation,

like things were meant to be,

stroking the tensions.

Every body movement,

every word before mentioned

will spill our hearts warm

in the prison of what was—

our division.

Time.

—JG©2026