I thought my ‘soulmate’
would fit me like a puzzle piece
a perfect fit
the yin to my yang
bread to my cheese
until you entered and proved
that soulmates don’t exist.
You didn’t fit into my flaws
you weren’t the half I was looking for.
You strutted in with your smile
and your gentle heart
put on your overalls and got to work.
Held up a mirror large enough
for me to see,
that I didn’t need someone to complete me.
I was whole with all my chips and cracks
I wasn’t a puzzle but a fascinating story.
It is true,
two halves do make a one
but when two wholes come together
it is magic.
So true. I have never thought of it that way, but it makes total sense. Well done!!
I used to call myself and a former wife: one wing wonders. By joining we had two wings! But you’re right we need four! Two wholes make a whole. trouble is hard to know when we are whole. Took me a third marriage to find what you describe so wonderfully in your poem!