Reincarnation

You left me with two books of poetry,

But the printed words hold no effect

So moving as your hand

Scrawled over the inside covers

In looping green pen.

You beckon me to find you again

In another life,

“Some day

Some winter

Some year”

When some me

Won't have to creep in your shadows.

When some me

Will wake next to some you

And every morning laugh.

When some me

No longer revels in the love and passion

Of some you

And basks in her face aglow

Beneath his touch,

Her legs wrapped around his waist

As she sighs and gasps and shivers,

Only to watch her leave

The way this me must.

I hope he remembers

How you loathe the color red.

I hope he remembers

How to make your bones rattle with his touch.

I hope he remembers

To tell you he loves your mind and soul

As furiously as he loves your body.

I hope he remembers

The way you like your lower lip nibbled

And your hair pulled

And fingers in your mouth

And hands around your neck.

I hope he remembers

To drink in your smile.

I hope he remembers

How to hold you

And rub away your aches.

I hope he remembers

How to write for you

And sing for you

And romance you.

I hope he remembers

How to sit with you in the black times

And how to lift you from them

And how to tell when each approach is appropriate.

I hope he remembers

To cherish you.

I hope some me

Some day

Some winter

Some year

Deserves some distant you.

But if he is me,

And she is you,

He will find her,

And he will remember.

Lucky them.