the first life i knew you in, you despised me. i served gods you thought would bring down the heavens in anger and you, well, you fought needless wars in their name.
the second time, i was dead before you even arrived on the scene. all you knew was that this particular battlefield ran cold with unspoken sadness and broken promises.
the third, you called me “brother” and we fought and died for each other, far beyond the laws of men. (they say our bodies still rest, intertwined, beneath that rocky outcrop- frankly i’m inclined to agree)
the fourth life rolled around and i called you lover; your eyes lit up like i had never seen before. i knew in that moment that you must feel this too. unfortunately life is not kind to fools in love, and we did not make it an entire lifetime.
this is our fifth life together and i don’t quite know where to go from here. you’ve stepped backwards some, and you hate me more now than you did the first time we met. and they say time isn’t cyclical.
