past life poem

a raven’s feather falls
as I pass by my old apartment
where I used to drink alone on the roof.
I think to go farther, but a raven circles back
and I take it
as a sign to turn around.
upon pivoting,
I meet an elderly man I’ve never met before
we smile
he says it’s good to see me,
he hasn’t in a while.
and I wonder if maybe
we were great loves in a past life
and this is the meeting we’d promised eachother
that we’d have
in the next one.