Soul Mate

We’ve never met, not even in the future. Not even as cats. Not even now.
My nose twiches at the scent of you in the people I have known.
My curiosities are in vain, but they don’t kill or beg.
Some pain is carried alone.
And echoed afar…
I imagine,
in the places where my footsteps have faded
will you note the breeze?
Will you go through a storm of ideas and dance in the tornado I now consider may not be there anymore. Will you resonant at all or will you
be the last.
I feel the weight of my own life commanding my attention now
with the tenderness of maturity
and
I’m left lingering a little less.
Will you protest with your eyes closed?