It goes from person
to person... searching
their soul
for the rest of
itself to make it whole
It drifts now and
then sometimes thinking
it has met its match
but really hasn’t
And then there’s the day
Where it may find
the other half. They
lock each other together
and throw away the key
never
to be heard from again
because they are off
together in harmony.
(This poem was paired with this acrylic artwork by Christy Cowden.)
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