My Husbands: The Time Traveler

free verse, Poetry 1 Minute

Somewhere between this life
and a few lives long passed
I met you, I wasn’t meant to
But it happened, and I’m glad
The first times I met you
I recognized you instantly.
stranger, that you were
unknown, yet so familiar
and, Stranger, still is how we met
As if it was our first time,
our last time,
and hadn’t happened yet.

Published by W. Edith Gilead

I am an author and self publisher. I have been telling stories since I was able to speak. I've been writing them since I could hold a pen.

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