the legacy of our love

There are connections in my life that awaken a longing in my heart—

An ache.

Between us rests a love so ancient,

its roots stretch across lifetimes.

Sometimes there is a flicker of recognition, sometimes a visceral knowing:

When we were married.

When I birthed and tended to you as my child.

When we stood together in crisis, holding on until the end.

When you sobbed as I died in your arms.

These memories live inside me—silent, formless, but undeniable.

My heart remembers.

It is marked, inked with the weight of what we have been.

The signature of our meeting is an ache—

Grief and joy intertwined.

A sadness edged with knowing.

Somewhere, in some time, I loved you beyond measure.

We have walked these roads before. Yet here we are,

In new bodies, unfamiliar forms,

Gazing at each other, unable to trace the root of our love.

Finding ourselves in fresh constellations of relationship.

I honor the ache—it is holy to me.

It tells me you have mattered.

That something beyond reason binds us still.

So I let the waves come, grief and joy folding into each other,

As the alchemy of an ancient legacy we share.

In every form, in every face,

I love the path we walk,

and the one we continue to walk.

Shaping and being shaped,

Witnessing the unseen course of our shared fate.

I love how you have touched me,

Altered me,

How life unfolds beside you—

Again and again.