Do you remember when we met? Me, a young math student and you a time traveling genius who could do advanced calculus in his head by age 5, who knew quantum physics, archaeology, chemistry, astronomy, medicine, music, 6 modern languages, and 4 extinct.
You came into the classroom and completed my mathemagical theory mid sentence. You introduced me to the poetry of physics, of an ever expanding Uni Verse and the string theory of time travel. You followed me to the restaurant where I worked and you tried your best lines from your Swiss-cheese brain. I added "extra onion hold the tomato" just knowing what toppings you liked on your medium rare burger in the future.
We knew things about each other without saying anything. I knew you were the GR8 Poet, GR8EST Storyteller Extraordinaire. You taught me how to write stories. You said a story has a beginning, middle and an end, except for Our Story, which is Never-Ending.
"Star-crossed lovers" is a term from William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, meaning they are fated to be apart despite their intense love for each other. Their families, friends, and society all contribute to the tragic circumstances that surround their relationship. The concept of star-crossed lovers is the idea that external forces, such as fate or societal constraints, can interfere with and ultimately destroy a love that is meant to be. BUT it doesn’t have to be that way!!! LOVE conquers all. History was made to be re-written. There is no “fate” set in stone. Life and Love are what YOU make of them and decide! It is limited only by your imagination, your determination and your desire! Star-crossed lovers can overcome family feuds, societal constraints, physical distance, even being lost in a time travel experiment. Although the concept of star-crossed lovers implies a tragic ending, True Love finds a way, erupting in a nuclear explosion that is both natural and supernatural, setting fire to rain, illuminating the night sky, in the most stunning Love storm that is magical beyond all description and comprehension!!!
When you leap into another person, you are projecting their image. It’s their face and body others see. This deception extends to everyone, including me, and is done for the cause of saving lives, and for bringing back lost Love. Just promise me that you will return HOME to me!!! And that when you do, you will be YOU! You asked me to look into your eyes. You said I would see another soul. With my big brown eyes I gazed into yours and somehow it WAS YOU, my Destiny, my One True LOVE! I did not know it would be years until I saw you again…
Killing each other softly with our soul song. I hear our forever heartbeat in every love song. You posted this and I missed you so badly I fell to pieces. Did you remember me or did you keep right on, and move on? I would go looking for you, a silent butterfly on the wall, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, if only a few words.
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, to listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me
He was strumming my pain
Yeah, he was singing my life
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Were you not a time traveler but an international spy working for some intelligence agency, sworn to secrecy, unable to say more than hello? You told me a joke about math, and receded back into the shadows, a chameleon with infinite knowledge and ability to disguise, infinite colors yet blending in with his surroundings as he wished, until you disappeared from my sight, like when Richard disappeared in front of Elise in Somewhere In Time.
Would you speak to me after finding the traces of you, opening Pandora’s Box? You said, “Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.” But was it for me or Julian? I thought you recognized me, but you had not invited me to come. Like Shrek, living the comfortable life you were used to, maybe you thought of me as an intruder and you did not want to be disturbed at any cost. But I am not some silly sidekick donkey, I am a majestic long haired Princess waiting for you, Prince Charming, to rescue me! You are my Soulmate, my Mirror, my Twin Flame, the Love of My Life!
“Some people assume that because I'm a physicist I can't be romantic. What they don't realize is science is romance. Take the law of entanglement. Once two particles experience a shared state, they are no longer separate entities. They exist as one, even when separated by great distances.” Quantum entanglement is you inside of me and me inside of you! In grammatical terms, Love is plagiarizing me plagiarizing you plagiarizing me! In all our generations and iterations, I❤️U!
You left one night and went back in time. You didn't say why, you just said the reasons were bigger than us and I would understand. But I don't. I just want you HOME with me. Your soul in your own body, with your face and eyes. I want to gaze into your beautiful eyes again! I want you here with me NOW!
You are pretty much settling into a more consistent writing style now. I have noticed that happens, on Substack. You settle down into your regular thing. I on the other hand..... I am The Great Poet. Yes! Me!!!! I am not "jacob" of jacob's Newsletter! I am space! I am eternity! I am ...... ("arrrrg....." great poet dies....)