Pairs

Two souls. Two hearts
Parted
Memory and thought
Past and present

I wait here for you
Because without
Life is alive only in macabre detail

Flying high
Close at heart
Running far--constant
Safe in your out stretched arms

I am home
My happiness
My second soul
Together we are whole
Soul mates
We are bound

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