who i am and why i'm not (poetry)

history

I want to reach through history,

through plagues and war,

to caress his cheek

and mend his sores.

I could've loved him

if it weren't for

the centuries of deadness

blocking the door.

time stretches on,

but I can't forget

how life must've felt for

him back then.

sunlight in his hair

and words in

his heart.

we're not so different,

even lifetimes apart.

through rises and falls

through peace and brawls.

would our hands be kept in place?

wrapped around one another,

made right for each other,

does the past seal

or embrace?

-V