Soul mates are branches that stem from our timber
They are necessary for our survival
Focusing on one specific attachment can be lonely
We have several extensions of varied types

Lovers are everyone's favorite
High atop
The most charming branch
Providing us with
Decadent nourishment

Friends chosen to bud from our essence
Hanging out in the middle
Providing the perfect view
Of our reality

Family often taken for granted
Sometimes forgotten at the bottom
They are closest to our roots

Souls never get lost
Some naturally slant without blooming
Simply a glimpse
A memory perhaps
Some choose to break free
From our beauty
Sometimes certain souls
Are just not meant to be
While other branches
Remain timeless
Don't lose hope
Some connections
Have yet to be discovered :)

© Jl 2016