Read Poetry: SOUL MATE, by Chuck Loch

We were standing in your kitchen

A long, long time ago.

I looked in your eyes and you into mine

And we felt the same fire glow, again,

We both felt the same fire glow.

You leaned against the counter.

I sat in a straight-back chair.

We talked of kings and rings and things.

I reached out and touched your hair, so soft,

I reached out and touched your hair.

You mentioned the smell of breakfast

And told me you lived before.

I said I know I was with you.

Now, it’s time to live some more, right here,

It’s time to live some more.

I remembered we were lovers.

More facts I did not know.

Together then, now together again,

You whispered it’s time to go, once more,

You whispered it’s time to go.

Some say that life has a meaning:

To find your own true love,

To travel…