I Will Find You

I will find you a thousand more times, in this life and the next and the one after. Ours is a shared song, one that reverberates low and strong and steady, on and on and on and on.

I would search the grains of sand on the seashore, picking up every last one if it meant holding you--even in the palm of my hand--one more time.

My roots would search through rocky, clay-filled soil, spreading through the deep dark until I am met with the low hum of your soul, roots wrapping tightly around one another beneath while leaves are blown by the wind above.

I would journey into an endless desert, sun-parched and water-desperate if it meant one more snuggle, one more moment of intertwining my fingers with yours.

Perhaps it has always been this way with one another, through eons and eons and the passage of time. Perhaps you and I together are an inextricable, inseparable chemistry. Perhaps I have spent every moment of every life wondering and hoping and dreaming of our next moment.

I will find you a thousand more times, in this life and the next and the one after. Because ours is a shared song, one that will reverberate without end into eternity.