Old Souls

You are my old soul, or so I’m told

the one who walks with me through all things.

You are the arms that hold me

 and the shoulders where I rest my head.

Yours is the heartbeat I have heard in dreams,

the heart that beats to the rhythm of my own.

You are the one who dries my tears with a whisper,

and makes me smile with a single thought.

How long have we waited, how many lifetimes,

to find one another in a single moment.

Now we walk together through the days and nights

with a knowing that reaches beyond the shadows.

Perhaps I am your old soul as well.

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