Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

A faint picture of an accidental soulmate is smiling at me, no memory as a feeling surfaces from beyond the depths of my heart.

A flower with a familiar name reminds of our last hug, the pub full of laughter and cosiness, we talked kind words for a night.

As the sweet nectar of the blossom aroma lingers on my lips for weeks, my daydreams are sweet and secret to me.

We say goodbye, with no words or looking back, I wonder how accidental the meeting was, as I tuck away the picture, with no explanation.

What is the creation of a meeting of accidental soulmates, only to say that things will never be the same.

© Elke Stevens 18/0302021