Before Time Knew Our Names
(The Love That Always Was)
Before I met you —
I missed you.
In a thousand lifetimes
I couldn’t name,
I longed for a face
I had never seen,
and a voice
I somehow remembered.
My soul carried your absence
like a soft ache —
not painful,
just… unfinished.
I wandered through days
with a hollow I couldn’t define,
as if my laughter
was waiting
for someone else's echo.
And then,
in a life written in stars,
you arrived —
not like lightning,
but like memory.
Not a beginning —
a return.
As if we’d left a story mid-sentence
in another world,
and the universe
finally handed us back the pen.
I didn’t fall in love with you.
I remembered
that I already had.
You are not the chapter after the beginning.
You are the reason there was ever a story at all.
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