The Ache of the Missing Half
And then I realized… that the soul is made of two halves It can never be complete without its missing part But how do you know That your soul has found its other half? You’ll know it unquestionably When your soul becomes whole, You will feel yourself Existing in two places at once. You’ll feel a space in your heart That was once empty Now gently, quietly full. You’ll feel the warmth of the sun Being shared without doubt With someone else, No matter the distance between you. And in their absence, You’ll feel the universe Lose its meaning entirely. That emptiness… is the ache of a soul Drifting away From its other half... Nidal Sati