Stranger, I Met You Somewhere - A Poem of Soul Recognition

Stranger, I met you somewhere...

Was it on this side of life—

Or perhaps, across the veil,

On the other side of time?

You passed me like a whisper through the wind,

But left a tremor in my soul—

A feeling too familiar,

As if we’ve known each other always,

From a place where names dissolve

And only essence remains.

Your face—it doesn’t startle,

It doesn’t feel unknown.

It draws me in like a half-remembered song,

A lullaby I once heard as a child,

Or maybe in another lifetime,

Under a sky I can no longer name.

You seem like someone I’ve held in dreams,

Like someone etched into my being—

Not a stranger,

But a piece of my own story

Lost in the shuffle of lives.

Who are you?

Will you not tell me?

Where have you come from?

Is there a path I can follow

Back to the place that shaped you—

That shaped *us*?

Tell me something, anything—

Perhaps a word will spark the flame

Of memory, of knowing.

Perhaps a silence will speak more

Than a lifetime of conversation.

All I’ve seen of you,

All I’ve felt with you—

It is enough,

More than enough

To convince this heart

That you are not new.

That you belong to some echo of me,

That you are a soul I once called my own.

How else do I explain

This instant trust,

This quiet peace,

This aching familiarity

That wraps around you like a forgotten home?

You feel like kin—

Not by blood,

But by something older, deeper—

A connection born not in this breath,

But in breaths taken long ago,

When stars still knew our names.

Surely, no one tends to such ties

Unless they were forged beyond time,

In a space where promises are made

Without words.

How else do you walk into my life

As though you’ve always been here?

As though this meeting

Was not by chance,

But by memory remembering itself.

Stranger—no,

You are not a stranger.

You are a chapter I once lived,

A face from another age,

A bond that even death could not sever.

Tell me who you are—

Or say nothing at all.

Your presence alone

Answers more than questions ever could.

Let us just be—

Two timeless souls

Finding each other again

In the quiet miracle

Of recognition.