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Many Soulmates: A Short Poem on Love and Connection
A short poem that reframes the word soulmate — not as singular and finite, but as something we're allowed to find again, and again.
The word soulmate gets sold as singular. One per customer, never available again. This is the version someone offered me when I needed a different shape for it.
“But… she was my soulmate”
She was the one and now she’s gone
She smiled, “you’ll have many soulmates”
Some can be a day, others lifelong
Some soulmates are decades. Some are a single conversation on a flight you’ll never repeat. The word doesn’t measure the length. It measures the recognition.
If you’ve lost one — the long-form kind — there are more coming. Not replacements. New ones, doing different work, with their own running time.
— JTC