Bonded Souls

Our souls have met before
intertwining iniquitously intricate
forming an unbreakable braided bond between us
and I’m left,
wondering…
what were we before?
who were we to each other before?
before I was confined to this being
this name,
this ethnicity.
I’m left dreaming of time traveling back
till I find the origin
of our connection
who were you to me?
in another life
in another time…
maybe…
you were mine
husband who loved me unconditionally
blessed me
showered me with affection
put nothing above me,
loved me passionately,
your touches tease me with our unknown memories
who were you to me before?
what was your name?
was it father?
Was I your daughter?
your baby girl
or maybe I was your son
your child,
your seed
you beamed glory
saw my imperfections perfectly
Or was I mommy
bandaging scraped knees
letting you fall asleep on me
Were you snatched from me?
My aborted baby
child taken from mother?
Or were you my brother,
were we seeds birth from the same fruitconceived from palm leafs pressed to closely
siblings
joined at the hip
inseparable
protecting each other
shedding blood if anyone dared to hurt blood
What is our connection
Cause from the first time I saw you
I was drawn to you
I felt like I’d known you before
though I couldn’t place your face
I knew that if I could trace our spirit’s paths far back enough
I’d find you
hidden in my unknown history
for all I know we could’ve been enemies
hated one another
couldn’t stand to even look at each other
your death sworn from my lips
I had a bounty on your head
and you
wanted me dead
who could we have been
maybe you were master
slave owner
and I worked your fields diligently
picking your cotton
and taking the whip lashes you left on me
you considered me property
nothing more than another possession you could use at your disposal
I feel your presents before I ever know where you are
and your voices triggers unseen flash backs of our past
and sometimes
I have to fight the urge to touch you
reach out and try to grasp some part of who we used to be
you’re a constant figure in my dreams
but it seems like I always wake up before I catch you
You are a familiar stranger,
I know nothing about you
but I know you,
Our souls,
have met before…