It took me 38 years to find my soul mate—the one I wanted to work with to make our relationship last, but it was worth the wait. Then, after his death, another eight years to find a true soulmate again. This time, although we’ll never be a couple in the conventional sense of the word, I’ve found someone exactly like the 50 percent of me no one else has ever matched so completely.

Sometimes we find parts of our soul in different people, so that somehow, in our relationships with all of them, we are completed! In these times of so many sad stories, how lucky we are to find these connections that allow us to grow new parts of our souls.

For Taleweaver‘s Prompt: Soul Mates

2022

Where?

Where are my glasses and my keys?
Can you help me find them, please?
They’re in my pocket, on my nose?
Okay. Then, do you suppose
you know where I have put my mask?
Embarrassing to have to ask,
but when I’m almost out the door,
I find that there is one thing more
to locate before I can leave,
and I really do believe

I can find it on my own.
I’ll just call my mobile phone
and listen to detect its ring.
I don’t need help with everything!
And yet, I do not hear its voice.
and so I must make a choice
to leave without it or to look
in every cranny, every nook.
I leave the house, secure in that
I’ve locked the doors and fed the cat,

My shoes both match. I’m fully dressed,
and so I think that it is best
that I make my toodle-oo
as soon as I have used the loo.
Then I must hurry out the door 
ere I lose what I lost before.
Purse on shoulder and specs on nose,
keys in hand and clad in clothes,
I leave the house, smoothing my hair,
I’m off to……can you tell me where?

For the Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Where.