deeper than words

was it 50 or 500 years?
were there carriages with beautiful horses?
was there a palace or a small cottage
in a lost country village in England?
or was it France?
did we share a beautiful life?
when we were together,
did it feel like seconds?
or was it just long enough to realize that the warmth of our hearts
sparking with one another would last long after our last breath?
were we meant to meet in each lifetime?
how would we know it was “us”?
would it be that feeling of not being the first time we met one another?
was it the familiarity of your touch,
unlocking places I didn’t know existed like a missing key?
or maybe,
did we promise to one another that we would find each other,
somewhere in the unknown?
were you always there guiding my subconscious to you, once again?
perhaps you are the chapter that I have no words for but knew existed.
so many questions with no answers.
the only clarity is that
I’ve felt you more than it was possible in one lifetime.