SOULMATES

My, my, my, what a fine night

Everything sits tight

He knocks on wood, on my heart, on my goodbyes

I loved him so, but truth be told

I wouldn’t have given him my all

I felt at peace with someone who understood me

The wine was cheap and we each sipped

We slipped in our bed, crossing our legs

Lips touching and electrifying our skin

We did this time and time again

For in the end

I think we both knew

Love’s just a wicked fool, never truly destined forever

It is truly free from itself

But I do sure hope it brings us together

Forever

Through however many light years

Through black holes

Through each lifetime

Through each beginning

Through each end