Each day holds a promise,
Of you and your love
Of connection like no other
Of home, finally, a home
I wander in the desert
Searching for a single grain of sand
Searching for a single drop of water
Searching for a single glimmer of hope
I watch as I see flowers unfurl
Seeing if the petals reveal you
Seeing time pass before me
Seeing the flower wither unloved
Time and space are my enemy
Too much of one
Too little of the other
Too quick and too vast to traverse
Every day the question goes unanswered
Are you truly out there?
Are you searching for your promise?
Are we ever to meet?
Waiting for you to find me
Day after day, you seem further away
Day after day, I die a little more
Day after day, a soul without its mate
Does your soul yearn like mine?
Hoping you’ll find me
Hoping I am here still
Hoping our souls will finally meet
Each day holds a promise
(Published by Bouncin' and Behavin' Poems on Medium)
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Thank you for reading my poem. I often write about soul mates and the anguish of not finding them.
It’s a lovely and fascinating belief. I like to believe there is one special person for every one of us. Yet the world is so vast and time is against us finding the soul of our souls.
Until we do, we go through life not quite fulfilled. There are those tiny cracks that only one person fills. I hope you find yours.
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Alexandra Grant
Inked Stories That Leave a Mark. I write essays, stories, and poetry, sharing my life experiences and lessons, keeping it real and raw. I'll bare my soul to those who have experienced similar things, so they know they are not alone.
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