Sometimes I wonder where you are today,
if you’re okay and in a heaven in the afterlife.
I think about how we didn’t work out.
You were too much of an extrovert.
I was too much of an introvert.
You were the restless butterfly always compelled to socialize.
I was the content homebody compelled to stay home most of the time
You preferred small talk and never indulged in deeper conversations.
Being a bit philosophical, I preferred deeper conversations once in a while.
But we had everything in common when it came to the loving, and I often remember those sweet ecstasies we passionately shared.
But we didn’t work out and now you’re dead and I almost was when a cancer tried to take me out a few years ago and failed.
Here’s hoping we meet in the afterlife, and though we wouldn’t be soulmates; maybe at least we could be soul friends in that radiant world.
Here’s something else I’m hoping for, meeting my soulmate there too, and I hope you’ve met yours there already, if soulmates really exist, if romantic love prevails in the afterlife and those who
don’t find their soulmates on earth, find their eternal soulmates there.
Bob Boyd
