Mates, Soul… (An Audio Poem)

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Mates, Soul… (An Audio Poem)

I could have been built
to last–a specimen of
honesty wispy in
airy ways,
yet, I floated back to
a place where my soul
melted into its flame.

It is said that a true
“soulmate is like a mirror,
reflecting back to you the
aspects within yourself.”
so why is it that
when I look at me,
I can no longer see
who I am,
who I was,

I can only see
you.

And in that moment of Me
seeing only You,
I know that the heart
has nothing to do
with reflection.
The soul designed
this birth centuries before
my knowing.

The soul delivered
without my consent.

I can only see 
you.

Fated in bloom,
wrapped into the soul of
another
that is mine
too.

I have been doing a bit of reading on soulmates and that’s what sparked this. Funny how learning about something that has been around for ages can get the brain working on an entirely different level–wanting, yearning to know more.

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