My dear friend
from a past life,
you could be
million miles away;

I wonder what
you're going through,
what daemons
stray you off your way.

I think of smiles
that I have missed,
of tears
we did not share,
of days when
you were feeling cold
and I just wasn't there.

If choice would flex
the tree of life,
if time convolved and swayed,
would we be standing side by side
and holding hands today?

I wonder if
you wonder if
we wonder
'bout the same...

The source.