With those of intelligence – a poem by Stuart Crossley – All Poetry


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‘… I sat staring into my inward soul… and yet…’

‘Yet what?’ – His freind inquired.

‘I do not know for certain;say, do you believe in reincarnation?’ – He answered awkwardly.

‘I never, in all honesty, gave it a second thought.’

I-I feel stupid saying this, I think I have been here before… ‘

‘ I can’t lie, I am a bit shocked, but as they say, each to their own and all that… ‘

… Many years have passed since that conversation, yet still some far flung memories remain. He, still, to this day, remembers their communication quite clearly. – Now he knows why.