Soul Mates

Soul Mates short poem

Photo by diana_robinson

Singing the last song

Protons killing protons
Atoms of ice and stone

Lick the side of your ice cream cone
Kiss the air when I’m gone

Death is near
Like a trap unseen

Like a person with no name
Death is the shadow of fame

And we wish for a soul mate
But when the moment comes called fate
Alone we enter the gate
Perhaps abandoned even by hate

We may turn to gas
Or turn to sand and grass

Or rain on the mountain top
Or we just decay and rot

But yet I really need to know
How I arrived here with no companion and yet no foe

Texts are written on my heart
With ink and blood like art

And my veins like a sculpture
Tiny and could easily rupture

And yet I feel he’s close
It is another addictive dose

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