Mixed Signals Poem by Erin Cowart

Lover of mine
In this lifetime we cannot seem to get it right

Maybe a hundred years ago you loved me
And viewed me with passion's eyes
And I in turn
Burned with desire

And tomorrow when this life ends
We may yet love again
With love soft and supple
Unforced, unhurried

But for this life
We are crossed signals
Mixed up words and
Gaping chasms that cannot be bridged

And that is why I am confused
For I know my soul has been seen
And loved by you before

And I recognize in you
A familiar scent
Like home and fresh cut grass

I wish this life would melt away
I miss you