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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Relationship · #938457
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
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