Missing my soulmates last four birthdays, a poem to her |
Your birthday washes over me Again our bodies are apart A lonely keyboard, an empty room Things to say, where to start Four years and two weeks ago I caught that plane south The red wine that found me Diluting your taste in my mouth After three wonderful years An unassailable division Me already with kids For you a mental decision You wanted your own To cherish and to raise I couldnt deal with it That maternalistic gaze We talked and we talked Late into the night but there was no changing us It was time to make flight Wine supplies were not enough countless nights enormous phone bills We carried on separate lives Together as one, a pair of dills Soon it was to Europe we went like the couple we once were Three whirlwind weeks A lovers reunification blur Back to our cities we considered our lot We found new lovers pleasure we got We kept catching up nearly every quarter I remember their words 'I dont think you oughta' But we couldnt go back and we couldnt move on We were stuck in a bind Hard to escape from We built up our strength severed some links But our soulmate level there were still no chinks I listened as you found the new man for you you advised me so well As the healing slowly grew I couldnt call you on your second birthday the memory of why is somewhat grey The third one too from the Nullarbor I tried But the local phone box Had inexcusably died We shared the same town for the past half year its been great and its been tough Its taken us to a level even more dear Two weeks before this day You left to be with your new love I sit here on our old couch Doing it tough But with me are those same two cherished offspring of my own and Im glad to say how much weve both grown There is a place inside me Deep where not many people see Its yours when you need it The phone call is always free Sometimes its a tiny little spot other times it encompasses me whole But ive learnt to ebb and flow with it Knowing you are chasing your goal I know there is a spot for me Solidly held deep in your soul I love visiting there too A trusty warm picturesque knoll So Birthday Four has passed Without you physically near A brief phone call was enough My soulmate spot I could hear |