3 lovers.

“the past and the future merge to meet us here.”
-Beyoncé

i had the strangest of dreams yesterday. as if like there were 3 of me. my past, my present, and who i am becoming merging trying to take place in this body. cycling, looping past, witnessing the future. to see who i’ll remain as… be. did i fall back asleep? or who has taken over now?

ask you to come to bed
but as you lay down your head
your thoughts race to someone else.

i’m back home and somehow all the old songs that reminds me of you shuffle their way back onto me
a hand i’ve let go of and folded many moons ago.

two stars falling down seconds from one another past under my car hood.

to be seen.
to be heard.
to be felt.

we, you, and i we’re never meant to be the same.

we’re just two thoughts
that which grew hands
so we could feel
what loving is…

trying to control the things in my life time and time again i’ve failed the lessons again and again.

seeing other me’s, flow, in and out.

the past and the future merge together to save me.