Solemate

The life etched into the palms of my two hands 
once told a psychic that I would fall in love. 
Amidst the cacophony of a community living, 
she learned that I had fallen, crumbled, that
in the following years I would rise from dust. 
I poured my heart out through those lines...

this one meant I would count in decades not years, 
this one meant I drowned in a past life, and
that one meant I would find my soulmate. 

... So, I searched, looked for truth, tore walls down,
remained quietly alert, drove while still fiddling
with a radio dial until I found just the right song.
I shared the ride with someone, they exited quickly.
And I forgot my lover, my partner, my friend, 
That soulmate was me all along, and I just...

had not quite met her yet.