Sonnet #375

We will meet again, or close enough, for

 All that's old is new again when 

the face returns reborn into the spin

of ribonucleic acids, and the faces worn

the beating hearts and voices come back

close enough, just about, maybe better

I hope better. Next time, I hope my bonesetter

makes me taller with a softer voice so cracks

won't form where you leaned away from me

And maybe I'll be smarter, and you'll be strong

And when we break each other's bodies

the bruises won't last quite as long

Reset again, perhaps, another time, another we

Ten million years? a billion? All our reincarnating