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

centuries of deadness

locking the door.

time stretches on,

but I'll always dream

about how he lived,

his hopes, his needs.

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,

would the past seal

or embrace?

-V