Isn’t it wild, how the universe misaligns?
Creating distance through time by drawing lines.
You were here before my first breath began,
I’ll spend my years chasing where you stand.
Oh, if I could rewrite the stars’ decree,
I’d cast myself into your century.
A sister, a confidant, your equal in time—
Not just your child, but a partner in rhyme.
We’d share the rhythm of life’s steady tune,
Matching footsteps beneath the same moon.
Not mother and daughter with years to compare,
But living as equals, the same life to share.
But this isn’t our story; this isn’t our fate—
Time separated us, made me too late.
You live in a past I can only trace,
Through your wisdom and the lines on your face.
I'll learn about you by trying to guess,
Closer in age, maybe then you’d confess,
That you’d borrowed my strength more times than I knew—
And in return, I’d say I learned how to be strong from you.
You age like fine wine, your spirit refined,
Each year adds layers, a shine so divine.
But my heart aches with a bittersweet pain,
Knowing we’ll never age the same.
For every year that makes you glow brighter,
The space between us becomes a bit wider.
And though time keeps pulling us apart,
You’ll always remain timeless in my heart.
