Photo by Cait Thomson
what if a soulmate wasn’t a person,
but a place,
the night sky five seconds after dusk,
in the piece of time between navy blue and black.
a city street in a snowstorm,
so deafeningly quiet it stops the world for an instant.
a beach, deserted at dawn,
dolphins swimming to keep pace as you run.
we spend so much energy
searching for some perfect other half
but what if the thing that completes us,
found in each patient and beautiful moment,
has been with us all along.