Past Life

Dear Jack - 

I promised I'd write you a letter - so here it is. 

I have been thinking of you a lot lately. 

And perhaps I look for signs but sometimes I can truly feel your presence. 

You are in the earth. The sky. The wind. 

You are the birds, the butterflies, the grass beneath my feet. The sun on my back. 

I get fleeting flashbacks of you and I back when we were living another life. 

It makes me really wonder - is reincarnation real? 

Why do I have such a connection to you?

Why can I feel you? Hear you? 

Where are these memories from? 

Why do I feel such sorrow and anguish when I read of your execution? 

Am I alone because you were my soul mate? 

Am I alone because I am here again on earth and you are not?

Or are you here as another man whom I do not know yet? 

I remember our dances at that party on the ship. 

And I remember sleeping with you in a small space. 

I remember looking at the stars. 

Running barefoot down cobblestones.

Summer wind in my hair. Sitting by a willow. Walking down a hill. 

Skipping stones on the water. My stories. Your quiet gaze and philosophical thinking. 

You trying to teach me. Guide me. Love me. 

I remember touching your face at night under the moon. 

And I remember when you left. 

 

I remember the smell of gun powder. 

The city burning to death. 

Children were crying. 

Adults peering out the windows. 

People cowering. 

Death rising. 

Dublin in wreckage. 

And that's when it all stops. 

My memories go dark. 

And I see your parting upon my heart. 

I remember your mother in pieces. 

Your sisters proud but confused. 

Your brother keeping your memory alive. 

And now present day, here I am. 

A girl trying to get through this life. 

I feel you were my past. My rock. 

I feel you were my love, Jack.

Or perhaps I am just a writer with a large imagination.

I have a longing for you. A hunger. 

I'll take what I know, and I know what I'll take. 

Rest in peace J 

I'll see you again soon. 

Yours, 

M

Reviews

[YoungWriter.]

Hit's you right in the soul and heart, very well written (:

[Chris]

So much hope - under the sun... life and experience - perceptions to live and the myriad ways of being each of us. We each have volumes behind and within our eyes - to share, speak, and remember.

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Kathryn. I believe we have one soulmate. I liked the story told of things done together. Us people who love to write. Memories of the people we loved and the good days. We will pen forever to memory and to paper. Thank you my friend for sharing your words and thoughts.
Coyote