Soul

I stopped believing that a soul was found in a person,

feeling doubtful when looking at empty eyes

of passersby.

But that changed when I found yours

and I know how your soul breathes in me.

It engulfs me.

And even a nun in the church pews

can’t keep herself from staring into the depths of your eyes.

And you look like rain.

And like fallen leaves on an October day.

And you pour onto me like

nothing in this world could make me

more heavy.

Our connection is better than what they show

in the movies.

I want to turn off the lights

and only feel how your silhouette

holds me.

And I want to know you.

I want to know you deeply