No More Lark Ascending - Poem by Andy Brookes
Do you believe in a soul mates? he asked.
well that presupposes
I said. that everyone,
all the billions on the planet,
has to find,
that one perfect half a soul,
the one that matches yours.
what if you don't find yours?
are you doomed to be forever
in search of the perfect match?
looking for the other half.
that's not the answer you wanted,
I see the disappointment in your eyes,
But we fit he said.
I kissed him,
let's go to bed I said.
truth is until I lost him
I didn't know.
Now I can never listen to Vaughan Williams.
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