You came very late into my life,
After I had given up my hope and strife.
After I had stopped searching in the dark,
And learned to live without a spark.
Finally I had accepted the fact that,
Soulmates are not real in this world
we know,
And, like in the movies, it was all just for show.
And just when I had settled,
When I had learned to be
Content with my compromises,
You came into my life.
Not as a comforting spark,
Not with gentle words in the dark,
Not to make me believe
I had lived happily so far,
But like salt on an open wound,
Like a verdict coming too soon,
Like an examiner’s gaze,
Judging my whole being from a single page.
You made me realize
Everything I’d been missing,
Opened up my eyes
To a life I wasn’t living.
I don’t know if this is healing
Or just another form of pain.
Meeting you at this point in life
Feels like both loss and gain.
A so-called soulmate
Is meant to make me feel like a queen,
But instead, your late arrival
Only shows me
How empty I’ve been.
Now I am completely confused.
How do I move forward?
Should I be happy that, finally,
I met my soulmate?
Or should I mourn
My unfortunate fate?
I almost wish
I had never met you
At this point in my life,
When I was already smiling,
Accepting
Whatever I had,
Believing I was truly fine…