They say
when we're on our way
to we meet our soulmates,
we dream about them.
And months before I met you,
I dreamed of you.
A kiss.
I was kissing you.
Who would this boy be?
With a green shirt,
black hair,
but I barely saw his face.
Months later
I met you.
In a photo,
I saw you.
In a green shirt,
with black hair.
Just like in my dreams.
You appeared to me.
I dreamed of
the love of my life.
Before I even met him.
It was you,
warning me,
reaching out to me.
Even before coming.