You are a piece of every word I say-
The syntax of my tongue.
I don’t know how I know you,
Or how I came to find you here.
All I know is that this is not the beginning,
Nor the end.
I must have known you many times,
Far away and long ago.
Our stories intertwine and I remember,
Things I had forgotten.
A love for you and memories I forgot I knew,
Though I don’t know if we made them.
You are a piece of every word I say-
The air within my lungs.
I don’t know how we came to be,
Nor how to leave you here.