A Soulmate

 A SOULMATE

As she returned to our familiar bench
I watched her to guess
the places she had been to
in her long absence.
The dampness lingered perhaps in her eyes
and in her lungs as she breathed.
I knew her strength and resilience
the one who tended to other's needs.
As I neared to bask in her love
I felt a window open in her eyes and saw
what she saw.:
A damp window opening
of a loft,
locked long time back.
Opening into a morning
it brought
a fresh, crisp morning wind
and a sunshine she missed.
I basked in her love, new and aglow
drifting with her into the flow.