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 would've loved him

if it weren't for

the centuries of deadness

blocking the door.

time stretches on

but I can't forget

how it 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