I do not know who you were,
or when I knew and loved you.
You are not the man I am with now,
but there is an essence of his spirit
that has travelled through time
and rescued me
from some situation
that is lost in years gone by.
This life with you
where we met once again
I am reluctant, cynical and suspicious
and search for the look in your eyes
that won my heart hundreds of years ago.
I cannot see, hear or touch that soul but I feel it.
It was not there when I met you again
but gently over time, I feel him coming
over hills, forests and desert.
And I watch for him.
And I wait.
And I hope he does not arrive too late.