Always waiting on the hinge,
waiting for something to begin.
A whispered plea,
an unchained sigh;
its understood you're here.
It's now or never,
don't blink too fast;
might miss the moment
happening.
We've lived this life before,
we've met already;
some past life we connected
and understood
implicitly,
that it wasn't the now,
it wasn't the moment.
We had many more
lives to live
before we became
complete, whole.
We'll meet again
some other time
and smile, knowingly;
this is the time.