You probably don’t remember yours
I often think about mine
Our years before birth, 
eons of emptiness, not yet waiting, 
not yet a dream

Stars lived and died while we 
basked without stirring 
in silent non-being for half of forever

Here we are now, 
in this blink of a middle,
the next half of endlessness, 
just over there

A marvel to find you 
in life’s brief instant 
In all this expanse, 
I’m here at your side 

Arising so near, 
it feels like morning
A beautiful start 
for a beautiful ride

-  JW Marsh