Someday

You ever meet someone once…
and it feels like you’ve met them a thousand times before?
Like a sketch waiting for color,
a memory waiting for a moment…
a promise waiting for its hour.

Some roads cross too early,
some hearts wake too late…
but someday—
someday finds its way back.

I saw you once in passing, just a shadow in the light
A flicker of a memory that didn’t yet feel right
We never had our moment, never stepped into the night
But I carried you for years like a name without a sight

Time kept on its rhythm, turned my edges into scars
Still your ghost kept humming somewhere deep among the stars
I wondered if you felt it too, that pull across the bars
A promise from another life still echoing in our hearts

Then someday came without a warning, like a breath I didn’t take
You stood there in your colors, every line began to wake
The world around us shifted, shadows learning how to break
And the soul behind your eyes stepped out like it was wide awake

I felt the years fall open when your eyes returned to mine,
like the universe remembered every vow we left behind.
A spark from other lifetimes rising up through flesh and bone,
two shadows turning into something real, something known.

It felt just like a drawing rising up from paper thin
Shades turning into warmth, the outline learning how to spin
A memory from another life reached out and pulled me in
As if the universe remembered every vow we made back then

And I knew if fate allowed it, if our roads aligned again
The omniverse would open and let old promises begin
Two souls that crossed in other lives would find their way, and then
Someday is the moment when the past walks in again

Someday is the name of a promise whispered long before either of them were born. A promise made in a life where their faces were different, their voices carried other names, but their souls already knew the shape of each other.

In this life, they crossed once — not really meeting, more like brushing past the edge of recognition. A flicker. A spark. The kind of moment that feels like déjà vu with teeth. They felt something shift, but the world around them wasn’t ready. Wrong time, wrong place, wrong version of themselves. So the moment folded itself away like a letter never sent.

Years passed. They lived, they loved, they broke, they healed. They became deeper versions of who they once were. And somewhere in the quiet corners of their hearts, that unfinished recognition kept breathing — a soft pulse, a reminder that something had begun but never bloomed.

Then one day — not planned, not expected — their paths crossed again.

And this time, the world didn’t get in the way.

It didn’t feel like meeting someone new. It felt like watching a sketch turn into a painting. Lines filling with color. Shadows gaining depth. A 2D outline rising into something warm and alive. The person behind the person stepped forward — the one they had known before time had names.

Their eyes locked, and it was like touching something that had always been there. A memory from a life they couldn’t consciously recall, but their souls recognized instantly. The omniverse clicked into place, like a door finally opening on its hinge.

Every promise from every life — every vow whispered in the dark, every “I’ll find you again” — rose to the surface.

And they knew.

If they ever met once more, truly met, the connection would ignite. Not because of fate, not because of chance, but because some bonds don’t break. They stretch across lifetimes, across versions of who we are, waiting for the moment we’re ready to see each other clearly.

That moment — the one where recognition becomes revelation —
the one where the sketch becomes the painting,
the one where two souls remember what they once were —
that moment has a name.

Someday.