If your Soul mate stood before you,
would you know?
I have met my soul mate…
I met him and I touched him, I felt his hands and sat
next to him and I experienced life with him and somehow, he was gone and I was
ready to move on… or maybe that is what I have come to believe. You ask, how do I know if he was my soul mate?
I was whole. When he was here, for as long as he was… there was a sense of
wholeness that enveloped my being. When he was away for as long as he was… I
lost my way.
Did he know that you were soulmates? I am not sure,
I don’t know. It is hard to tell. Could I have claimed a soul mate in a man
blinded by self that he would rather sink into an abyss of loneliness? Could he
be selfish enough to condemn himself to the worst kind of human torture? That
is a question he has to answer for himself.
Does it hurt to see them slip away? Every. Little. Bit.
But what is my love if it harbors prisoners? May my love be true, that it will
allow him to follow his own path, knowing that I will never lose the touch of
my soul mate…. for my love will exist across time.