Decades have turned into Eras,
Ages have passed by like a stream.
You and I have met again and again.
You are not you, I am not me,
Perhaps I am you, or you are me.
Our stories exchanged, lessons learnt,
We separate again and again.
Our names and identities are lost in time,
Our souls remain;
Long before we live,
Long after we leave.
Perhaps to write yet another story.
- Suranya