I saw you. I saw us, unfolding like a beautiful tragedy. I saw us broken and oh so intense. Your hands. My lips. A whispered I love you. A fire, a furnace. We would have burned the whole town down. We still might. Might make them all bleed, and end on a floor somewhere with blood and knives and guns, an ending and a beginning. I saw the what if of us, it was enough to make me ache. Your smile. My tears.

I understand why you and I can never be, will never be. I know I loved you in another life and this we feel are only dying embers from that fire, another life, another time, when we burned them all away.