Disconnected Strings

I've been waiting for you under this ancient tree, Trying to get a grasp of these golden threads that led me back to you.

Through different lifetimes we drifted apart, As you fade away like smoke, leaving me half alive

We tied ourselves on these invisible strings, With you uttering these words for hundred times "I'll see you again," your voice lingered on my thoughts.

I kept on threading through infinite lifetimes, Trying to keep our promises and saving you from the pangs of chaos as a mere stranger.

Death never came for me, and it seems to enjoy watching me drenched in pain on finding you beneath those tangled life strings.

We would always see each other under the ancient tree, As our souls would remind us of our memories.

Yet, this time your face was painted with confusion, pointing a gun on my face. Her tears were cascading with her life strings oddly glowing strange colors.

And before I lost my consciousness, her words crackled like fire humming: "Do I know you?"

Zharina Marie Stephanie Lugo

illustration byYusimay Hablado