Sweetheart in Another Life

You told me the story of how your grandparents met,

how a war glued and joined them together in love,

and I wondered where that left us, two people

meeting in a bar over glasses of red wine.

There was no fate here or clandestine meetings—

just us, trying not to get too drunk too fast.

I almost whispered in your ear an invitation,

but I knew I'd go red in the cheeks just from a hint.

Was there too much wine, or was it hot in there?

You wanted to walk outside in the night air, but

I didn't want to get my suede boots wet in the rain.

You offered to carry me—how chivalrous!—

but I shook my head and laughed a storm.

You blushed from my humor, though it pleased you,

and soon enough we were stuffed into a cab

heading to someplace, we had no idea where.

As your hand found mine in the dark, I knew

something was happening, there was a spark,

and I was all too ready to combust like a firework.

But the worst of it was the feeling

that I knew you from another time,

a place far removed from here and now.

I could picture your smile in other guises,

and as I blinked I saw versions of you

that could have been from the wine, but

I wanted to believe this was fate at work—

fate, bringing us together despite the times.

Fate, a mighty word, winding us into thread.

You laughed as I mumbled my nonsense—

and maybe it truly was nonsense, all that—

but you squeezed my hand as if to encourage me.

Now, five years later, my hand's still in yours,

and I'll never be letting it go again.

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