This Must Be

This must be.
This must be what.
This must be what it feels like.

For a soul to move between two bodies.
For a soul to die tragically and be born beautifully at the same time.
For a soul to decide where to live.

I will not pick you like a flower.
I will plant you like a seed.
I will place in the window where the best light falls.

And wait.
And wait for you.
And wait for this to grow.