wrote this for english class, an acrostic poem using the last sentence from “the great gatsby” which is: “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”, also inspired by the gatbsy/daisy love in the book, which i am very much obsessed with.

I think we may have known each other in another lifetime, I think we may have been in love, I think we may’ve said so.
Yet when our eyes met in this lifetime, the parallel universes turned perpendicular for just a second, and had someone asked there was no ‘us’, but there might’ve been a ‘we’.
And maybe it was nostalgia, although it felt more familiar more like deja vu, but suddenly I remembered the music to my favorite song and suddenly it sounded a lot like your heart beat.
And here I may have been a bit foolish, but I swear we knew each other in another lifetime, because every hazy, dull light that ever fell upon me went out the second the bright one you were turned on.
True, it was wonderful to find someone else who’d gone adrift and found themselves in uncharted territory until I noticed that we were lost in the same sea, yes, but we were traveling on two different boats.
There was a golden rule that held us sailing together, ‘don’t ask too much for I love you now’, but how I was only enough to turn our past lives into present for a second, I was only enough to merely be the reoccurring dream, the one you awoke from always to a more fulfilled reality, but when asleep did not fight against.
How was it that love became your sea sickness, sometimes there sometimes not, was there a storm that I had slept through that left our ship with pieces missing, and when did it start feeling less like you were floating, but more like you were struggling with the current?
One night you almost said yes but I glanced away at the clock and wouldn’t you know it, but it was exactly then that the time limit ran out, the one that I knew our love had always borne.
A smashed clock, an unopened bottle of hard liquor, and a drive home that left us both with a pit in our stomachs that not even chewing on diamonds would have helped fill all added up to why I hid the car that both killed and resurrected my hope for us, see, I hid it, hoping that would make the odometer turn back.
The hope of seeing those eyes from another lifetime once more, the memory of the voice so light it was almost not real, the shiver when I heard the delicate name that fit so perfectly to the flower, to the fruit you were, was my excuse for why I looked to the light that everyone, but I, knew had diminished, for why I was still reaching, ceaselessly.
So, yes, I was a fool, and there was nothing beautiful about it, but not for a second did I stop checking my phone for your name, not for a second did compassion turn into contempt and not for a second did I regret feeling the love that I alone fell into.
Someone lit my chest on fire, and I guess all the love I had for you made it easy for me to burn down, but even after I had burned out, you were the remaining light of my fire, and I became the house you never again drove past.