My Ex Boyfriend's Reincarnation: (Another) Poem About Love

In the wooden pews of my Catholic Church

My priest with his I Know Better Than You look

Always used to reassure me  

That you couldn’t be a Christian

AND believe in reincarnation (silly me).

But this Priest

With his I Know Better Than You look

Has probably never been broken up with.

 

He doesn’t know

How it feels

To wake up one morning

And have a different person stare back at you. 

A person

Who doesn’t love you anymore.

He’s never had to ask himself

WHERE DID THE MAN

THAT USED TO LOVE ME GO?

 

So here I am

Praying to Jesus and telling him “I’m sorry.”

That I HAVE to believe in reincarnation

Because here you are,

Six feet and two inches of

Blonde hair and blue eyes.

And SOMEBODY ELSE has inhabited your body

 

They ripped out your tender spirit.

Climbed inside your slender frame.

Changed your taste in music,

Changed all of your bad habits,

Changed the way you fall asleep,

And most importantly,

Changed your mind about me.

 

And what a good secret keeper they are

They stole your soul

And I’M the only person who gets to know

Lucky me?

 

BUT WHERE IS YOUR OBITUARY?

WHERE IS YOUR GRAVE?

WHERE IS YOUR COFFIN?

Where did HE go?

 

I can’t help but wonder if the “you” I knew  

Is somewhere else,

Wandering around in a different body.

And if he is, please tell me.

So I can dedicate my life,

This life

To finding Him again.

 

Forgive me, God. 

Because I can't deny 

That I have lived two lives.

One as His

And one as not His

 

And they have been

Two wildly different me’s

 

But maybe now it’s my time to be

Reborn

Grow a new skin

That you have not touched

 

Start a new life

With new love

A life you have ABSOLUTELY

Nothing to do with.

 

But that would leave me

With three deaths to mourn.

The death of the you I knew,

The death of the me that loved you,

And the death of you and I.

 

And quite frankly,

I don’t own enough black dresses

For all those funerals.

Or have enough tears to grieve

Such tragic losses.

 

 I can only hope

That the love we felt

The love we made

Has found its way to new bodies,

And to new life.

 

And that the new you

And the new me

Are marvelously happy

Some day.

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