How can we lament that one regret when we have lost thousands of other lives, unlived, the dreams we fled?
Like a driftwood beached, that one look across the street from a stranger who felt like he kissed you a thousand lifetimes ago...
That first look at a dune and you know that you have crossed it a millions of times, many, many aeons ago.
Who are you ?
Have we met before.
Do I know you?
Did you once lead me by your hands?
Was there a war between us? Did I trace idles circles on your lips with my fingertips?
Where you my child? Did I lose you too soon?
Where you there before I was created, did you watch me become?
Are you the first sound I heard. Or was I your last?
Did I pass you by while you stood knowing that you knew me from a thousand years.
Why do I recognise you everyday and you me? And yet we never meet?