We will meet in the clouds once again.
I will only see the tenderness of his soul and we will recognize each other.
We will laugh at how hard we made it for one another.
Our windy souls will graze each other for a brief reunion before we are birthed out to try again.
And the next lifetime, we will meet again at a friend’s house.
He will approach me and I will not deliberate.
We will kiss along the beach and not let go.
I will massage his wounded heart in my hands.
Next time, the prayers will be answered.