Soul mate isn’t the term; that 
takes time, and something more
immediate is what she has in mind.
Tangible is, again, not quite it;
friendships she has built are 
already that, they are just not 
there, not in the way 
she believes she needs. Not 
right now, or right there. Not 
across-the-table close, not when 
she thinks she needs it most. 
Another voice to remind her it’s 
a good day for ice cream, or the 
movie she said she’d like to see 
is playing. Now. Friendly reminders 
popcorn is okay without butter, or
the retrograde will be over in a 
couple of weeks (Mercury is a bitch), 
so if there was a good time to wait, 
now might be it. She has become 
good at waiting. It’s taken years 
to get into this state, her heart is 
in repair but there is room to wait 
for a random someone to be there.
No demands, just availability, 
honesty, and mutual care.

© 2017 j.g. lewis

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