Cast Out

In another life, we would have been whole,

Not broken by fears, not frayed at the soul.

You’d hold my hand like it was always meant,

And love wouldn’t feel like something I’d spent.

In that life, my smile would light your way,

You’d brush my hair, no words to say.

The silence would sing, a melody sweet,

Our hearts would beat, in rhythm complete.

I wouldn’t have yelled, I wouldn’t have cried,

I’d find no flaws, no reason to hide.

The storms would pass; we’d dance in the rain,

Not burdened by anger, not tethered by pain.

You’d write me letters, your words a vow,

I’d read them aloud, and wonder how

A love so pure could ever fade,

In that other life, we’d have stayed.

But this life, oh this, it pulls us apart,

A tangled mess of a stubborn heart.

Yet still, I dream, in the quiet of night,

Of the life we’d live, bathed in golden light.

In another life, we’d be free to be,

The best of us, you and me.

Until then, I’ll hold this dream so tight—