Soulmates

Soulmates

I once had a friend With an interesting opinion On soul mates. Some people believe they don’t exist. That there is not one single human For every other human. That if there was, You might never meet that person And then you’d have to settle Or live your life knowing That someone else Is married to your significant other. Some people believe That there is only one person for everyone. Religious people sometimes believe That a higher power sent their spouse to them. Maybe some of them Simply believe in destiny, Serendipity, Or the whole ‘You’ll find love when you least expect it’ Thing. But this friend, He believed that everyone has a bunch of soul mates. That he had actually loved Each and every girl/woman he’d dated And that they’d all left a lasting impression...

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Singularity

Singularity

It could have been a dream. They’ve been very realistic, Lately, And I’m having a hard time Knowing the difference. I’m never truly awake Or asleep Somehow half-alive In the midway point Of insanity And happiness And the semi-permanent Jet lag Now that I know I’m living on the wrong continent. Constantly counting 5 hours ahead On my fingers. And a grocery store Is a depressing place At 10pm On Sunday night. Some song was playing Vaguely reminiscent Of the 90’s And it was almost Deserted. The aisles Seemed to stretch Into infinity Row after row Of flavored frostings And frozen pizzas. And I’m constantly fatigued Always in pain Even a little And I find myself dizzy At inappropriate times Like alone, In a store And catching wandering eyes Of strangers In polo shirts...

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Belonging

Belonging

Wrapped up In your jacket, Inhaling Memories. It’s intoxicating, Reminding me Of our three weeks Of bliss. Wish you were here. It’s heaven And hell- Devoted, Infatuated, Separated. I drive, Chasing the moon, To feel closer to you, Knowing it’s the same In the sky Over England. If I close my eyes You could almost be here, Whispering, Ever so softly, That you love me. I grew accustomed To your presence- Holding your hand, And the joy I felt In making you laugh. Home is no longer Where I lay my head. It’s not the lake I love so dearly Or writing my mother’s name In the sand At the beach. Home Is my head on your chest, Wrapped up in you. It’s the sound Of your voice. And walking away In that godforsaken airport Was agony. There is a hole In my heart now- Having left...

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