In Another Life

In another life, we touched like this once. Don’t you remember? I do, well at least I think I do. The first time you held my hand I knew that it would fit perfectly with mine, just like it always did. The memories are buried now, but sometimes I wonder about how happy we were. I want to know how it began and how it ended. I want to know what finally lead me into your arms again. I want to know everything, but for now, I’ll settle for that fleeting feeling that we’ve done this before.