In Another Life

- Shane Pacheco (Pennsylvania, America)

I think,

in another life,

we were stray cats. 

You had black fur, blue in the light.

A few scars, toughened. 

I was orange and wobbly. 

Not one they thought would live.

We met each other. 

I think,

in another life,

we were wildflowers.

You were planned to commemorate a life, 

and I was planted to fill up gaps. 

We were purple and pink, complimentary. 

We met each other.

I think, 

in another life,

we were never humans.

That’s the only way I can explain the human connection, 

after lifetime upon lifetime of paws and leaves, 

we were finally human.

I didn’t recognize your brown braids or hoodies,

but I recognized you. 

In this life,

we met each other.