Their hands made fast, so long ago,
Refreshed when last they met.
So much they cannot understand,
Conditions bound and set.
One life before, and many more,
They met and loved and lost.
This time the whys proliferate,
The answers bear great cost.
"Why live so far this time around?
Why no near neighborhood?
Why are you mated not to me?
How can this be for good?"
The questions flow, their numbers grow,
With answers very few.
They sought for years to nullify
The truth that they both knew.
This time they chose a life apart
To balance those before.
Though wanting each the other was
Just too hard to ignore.
They each had chosen mates before
Fate let them reconnect,
Compounding blocks to their desire,
A love they'd resurrect.
He heard the words, "I know your pain,
Your fear of letting go.
But Love, this time we chose apart
So each could better grow.
Be happy in this healing time.
Our plan has benefit."
He heard with finally opened ears,
The pain was exquisite.
Their lives had wars and plagues and hope,
Through all, their love had lasted.
Though not together in this life,
In truth, they still were fasted.
Richard Higley © March 8 2017
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Still Fasted
Poetrya couple constantly reconnecting life after life. Why not this time?
