Two In One Are Meant To Be Poem by Mark Heathcote

My soul came eyeing me.
I shunned it away
Told it I don't have enough,
In the larder to feed any stray.

It wanted to lap-up a saucer of milk.
But I was too beat-up
Tears spilt running slantwise.
And blood curdled—close-up.

But times later again it whispered
Two in one are meant to be."
I don't require you. Pssst, it paused.
Pssst - but you sure require me.

Now ageing limbs beginning to tire
Drained of their living force
Their fire; I've seen sense to agree.
After all who am I to disagree?