An Ode to a Fantasy

I believe we knew each other,
so many lives ago. Another time,
another place in a different part
of the World.

I have always been comfortable
around you, even the first day
we met. I felt we had met before.
I don't belive we were married,
but were lovers and knew each
other well.

How many synapses, must there be
for us to have known one another?
Is this compassion which I feel,
when I know nothing about the
cause? Perhaps, it is just another
instance in this Life's pause.

Go forth to see and talk about the
memories you have for you may
find another, who feels the same way.