Dear You,

I've caressed your face before-traced your cheekbones with my thumbs, breath held in awe. I've followed the curve of your eyes through lifetimes unspoken, hoping to remember them— roadmaps that only ever led to you.

I remember the softness of your gaze— never of lust, always of peace. A hidden sigh not even you recall needing, but somehow, you've always felt something was missing. I've whispered our names into the skies, hoping the universe would thread them through the stars— a promise to return when the veil falls again But when mine lifted in this life, and all our memories came rushing back, yours remained closed. And I'm still learning how to help you see. So I've written these letters in memory of you- poem after poem, story after story, in hopes your eyes find these words and something in you remembers. A flicker. A glimpse. A gift from the stars. So when the day comes, and you see my eyes, you remember our path. Like roadmaps drawn in light.