if i have three lives, i spent two of them with you;
having midnight coffees and afternoon wine,
and sunset kisses then admire how your eyes shine
under the moonlight even when venus retrogrades

if i have three lives, two of which dyed with your hue;
my days lit up by your smile and your quirks,
and how peculiar and bizarre your mind works,
bathing the world with iridiscence that never fades

if i have three lives, i must've loved you in two;
thanked the universe for my twice granted prayers,
as the redwoods witnessed our hairs turn grey together,
and fallen perfectly in love with the life we made

if i have three lives, i missed you in one;
this one life without my constant—
i won't be particularly unhappy,
i would enjoy my morning coffees,
probably have afternoon teas,
and adopt a cat to cuddle and kiss

i would still admire the hyperions,
go on walks and adore the citylights at dawn,
look for your soul in every person i meet,
return home for another drink,
go to bed hoping for a glimpse
of you and relive the lives we shared in my dreams,
and wonder once in a while that maybe
you're out there waiting for me

if i have three lives, know that i wished
for you in between my thoughts,
in every sombre night, i was left distraught
and so i picked up the pen to write this
just in case you ask me how i lived
that one life without you.